“It is equally false to be pope of the church than be pope of the cult.”
A titanic sonic mirroring of a Cathar salvation ritual.
A transformed sound on UK post-metallers’ second full-length.
From the depths of Mother Earth roars blackened femininity.
For the first instalment of this new series we’ve decided to signal-boost a relatively new creation from a team of anti-fascist black metal fans.
The city of Nivalis’ staggering size and vivid omnipresence hammer home the game’s overarching feeling of tragedy, of a city in which nothing seems to be going right.
An ethereal, mournful rendition of a centuries-old folk song.
Experimental prog-doomers return from a long hiatus in stunning form.
An in-depth, philosophical look at a beloved album.
Doomcore heightened, rage sharpened.