PETER BJÄRGÖ goes beyond melancholy into the dust of ruin with “Structures and Downfall”

Peter Bjärgö is a household name to anyone worthy of calling themselves an underground music fan. A name that hearkens back to a vibrant and very exciting time in music, where artists on the fringes of

UNDEATH ooze out two demos to redefine the death metal retro resurgence

Within the realms of death metal there are bands that represent the gravely serious depth of darkness to the gut wrenching, puke inducing gore fests, but there must come an entity that blacks out your

OF FEATHER AND BONE complete the feral metamorphosis

With the American death metal renaissance in full swing, it seems that at every moment a new band that one cannot afford to miss arises immediately to the forefront of the scene. With intuitively anthemic

ANATHEMA PUBLISHING shines light into the uncoloured spaces

As admirers and readers of the work released by Montreal based Anathema Publishing, it was a long time coming to finally form a friendly relationship with the man behind the operation. What started as a

CROOKED MOUTH descends from the mountains to embark across the sea with “Coastal”

An ever enigmatic character, forging a singular path, living and breathing the land, Crooked Mouth is the contemporary bard we dearly need in our sterile age. Somewhere between the mountains, forests, and sea in a liminal

BLUT AUS NORD contort into another unheard of epoch on the grandiose “Hallucinogen”

When it comes to blurring the lines between genres Blut Aus Nord are no strangers to the concept. Setting the bar quite high for themselves with the 777 Trilogy, their newest release Hallucinogen is a

VASSAFOR walks an endless sinister path from unbeing to manifestation

Vassafor have been at the forefront of NZ Black Metal since their return in 2006 with the 7″ Southern Vassaforian Hell which was shortly followed up with self-titled EP Vassafor in 2007. Both releases broadened

BLACK CILICE engulfs with a howling density found on “Transfixion of Spirits”

Within the genre of black metal, one which emerged, exploded, and has erupted again, a seemingly unkillable entity, there still lies a pit of utter blackness contaminated by the true and bitter underground plague. While

GENOCIDE SHRINES, HERESIARCH, SERPENTS ATHIRST, & TREPANATION mean total war on “Scorn Coalesence”

In a conflict that spans continents, four players in a game of mutually assured destruction each set off their chosen salvo of concentrated hatred, leaving no victor, only an aftermath of desecration and ruin. The

TREPANERINGSRITUALEN turns back towards primal urges with “ᛉᛦ — Algir; eller Algir i Merkstave”

Trepaneringsritualen, for anyone who’s been following the darkest corners of the post-industrial underground over the last fifteen years or so, needs no introduction. Building up a reputation for their punishing live performances, pounding rhythms, heavy-as-fuck

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