Atheist - Mother Man

Garden of Burning Apparitions

Urchin Thrones

Caladan Brood-City of azure fire

In a time where the modern human psyche often seems obsessed with evolution, advancement, expediency and a so called constant slope of increase, all too undervalued and unspoken on is the art of dismantlement. Reduction. The mastery of nuance and a deeper understanding of time. The ability to sit in a space, perhaps at times unmoving to feel the moments weight and presence. Perceptions of pacing are often equated aesthetically and symbolically: ‘Blistering hyper-blasts’ or ‘Molasses like doom’ – Yet, more important than anything, one should not be the often too quick to judge a concept based solely on the aspect of movement, but perhaps instead of intent, texture and feeling.

Both of these bands exist as far deeper sums of what is often a quick to categorize sound, and display that innovation, atmosphere, and overall feeling from the result is still the most crucial aspect in the fire of creation regardless of pace, time, or space.
Irregardless of ones own interest in ‘doom’, the pure and immediate feeling of weight, sound, atmosphere and emotion produced by the band is unquantifiable. The long running hybrid Netherlands / Slovenia based quintet bring forth a truly sinister, emotive and occult presence with perhaps one of their finest offerings and the sole track here, Bells of Fire. The signature clean and twisting vocals from Jaka Vatovec float and haunt like a specter caught in eternity just above the depths of cataclysmic doom and beauty provided by the rest of the band. Heart-wrenching low tuned harmonies struggle through and emanate from the abyss only to be choked and dragged down back into the dark.

Abysmal Canadian sludge with a rotten, bass heavy tone, all encompassing of any light or joy. Blackened vocals choke and spew over ten-tonne beyond fuzzed out riffage. The charred remains of a great fire of destruction, slowly thrashing in agony, burned alive to be born again new. Underneath the scorched wasteland like atmosphere roll out a new and fresh take for the genre: Rather complex yet subtle rhythmic shifts and unexpected turns, particularly on the 2nd track, Poisoned Wine. Intricacies of slow tectonic shift and feedback reveal again, there’s more here than meets the ear. That in fact through this recording, ones soul (if one believes in such an awful thing) is in jeopardy. That once hidden truths are revealed, there is no hiding them.

– Brandon Hill (Cloud Rat / Fantastique / Starved Relations)

Split

Leechfeast: Bells of Fire

Name band: Exumer
Genre: Thrash Metal
Country: Germany
Years Active: 1985-1991  2001-2008-Present

Exumer - Fallen Saint

VersionK - DESPISED [OUT ON ALL PLATS] (prod. sence)


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lyrics:

girl your just my type (type) type
i just love your eyes (eyes) eyes
feel like im so despised (despised) despised
love aint never
gon lie (gon lie) gon lie

yeah you know i never loved you right? wow
i always seemed to be the prize no?
you you just left me and you ran tho
shit i guess you've got me comprimised hoe

please can you fuck off
get out right out my head i
ran away from you
but atleast im not afraid why?

you a little bitch, you just hurt me i feel dead by
dawn in my flesh i just twitch im the bad guy

yeah you know i never loved you right? wow
i always seemed to be the prize no?
you you just left me and you ran tho
shit i guess you've got me comprimised hoe

girl your just my type (type) type
i just love your eyes (eyes) eyes
feel like im so despised (despised) despised
love aint never
gon lie (gon lie) gon lie

DESPISED [OUT ON ALL PLATS]

Anal Cunt - Tsunasum

Released: 2007
Album: Suici.De.Pression
Band : THY LIGHT
Country: Brazil 

03. A Crawling Worm In A World Of Lies- Thy Light

Mayhem - deathcrush (dead)

"𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺; 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭.. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭." - 𝙍𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚 ✍🏻✨

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03. A Crawling Worm In A World Of Lies- Thy Light

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