You are not logged in
"An instrumental experimental-noise(rock?) with a charmingly grouchy and formally misaligned character, tending towards a darkly pigmented free-style cacophonism." "Do yourself harm. Give it a taste."
"An instrumental experimental-noise(rock?) with a charmingly grouchy and formally misaligned character, tending towards a darkly pigmented free-style cacophonism."
"Do yourself harm. Give it a taste."
Dive into Grey Daturas' chaotic world—listen to 'Return To Disruption' now!
The album... hosts its positive identity and recognizable dignity; firstly, even considering the very tight stylistic coordinates within which they engage, the assembly does not sound calligraphically like any other album/group of the genre. O readers who have become unrecognizable fathers of families... take a break of a modest forty miserable minutes from your comfortable life... and proceed towards the liberating, (in)sane, neck-wrecking, maybe last but authentic Headbanging in Peace!
The album... hosts its positive identity and recognizable dignity; firstly, even considering the very tight stylistic coordinates within which they engage, the assembly does not sound calligraphically like any other album/group of the genre.
O readers who have become unrecognizable fathers of families... take a break of a modest forty miserable minutes from your comfortable life... and proceed towards the liberating, (in)sane, neck-wrecking, maybe last but authentic Headbanging in Peace!
Dive into The Sword's Gods Of The Earth and experience a fierce blast of classic heavy metal energy today!
Agile, compact, impetuous, intense, solid, vehement. The risk of musical-burn seems quite high.
Agile, compact, impetuous, intense, solid, vehement.
The risk of musical-burn seems quite high.
Dive into Torche's Meanderthal for an intense rock experience that balances heaviness with accessibility—listen now!
The score is presented by the eight dexterous musicians practically as a single diversified sound flow. Dear Ladies and Gentlemen: as an opening act, (really) not bad at all.
The score is presented by the eight dexterous musicians practically as a single diversified sound flow.
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen: as an opening act, (really) not bad at all.
Discover the electrifying tribute to Don Cherry’s classic work—listen and immerse yourself in this groundbreaking live jazz performance!
Slashes, lacerating cuts, and again scouring lashes. A perfect, gratifying extract of purist, heavy, titanic noise-rock without the slightest mainstream-concession.
Slashes, lacerating cuts, and again scouring lashes.
A perfect, gratifying extract of purist, heavy, titanic noise-rock without the slightest mainstream-concession.
Dive into this intense noise-rock blast and experience The Cutthroats 9's raw power now!
"In the End, There is only the GOATSERPENT, No Gods or Devils, Only the GOATSERPENT. Hail ENBILULUGUGAL!" Technical skill ever more approximate, howling like a clogged kennel, decisively paroxysmal speed, abominable distortions, assorted madness and frankly delirious volumes are the malodorous key ingredients.
"In the End, There is only the GOATSERPENT, No Gods or Devils, Only the GOATSERPENT. Hail ENBILULUGUGAL!"
Technical skill ever more approximate, howling like a clogged kennel, decisively paroxysmal speed, abominable distortions, assorted madness and frankly delirious volumes are the malodorous key ingredients.
Explore the wild depths of Enbilulugugal's chaotic noise metal and experience 'Noizemongers For Goatserpent' now!
"'At All Ends' is configured as a work mockingly and blindly unintelligible, a bearer of a (un)healthy exhausting, abominable blend of convulsive and reiterated power-electronics mixed with assorted background noises." "'At the end of everything' should - more or less - lie 'Nothing': the semblances of what is gracefully proposed seem indeed an excellent path to represent its inexplicable substance."
"'At All Ends' is configured as a work mockingly and blindly unintelligible, a bearer of a (un)healthy exhausting, abominable blend of convulsive and reiterated power-electronics mixed with assorted background noises."
"'At the end of everything' should - more or less - lie 'Nothing': the semblances of what is gracefully proposed seem indeed an excellent path to represent its inexplicable substance."
Dive into the intense soundscape of 'At All Ends' and experience the raw, uncompromising power of Yellow Swans’ final experimental journey.
The (truly) absolute silence and the cyclically seraphic reiteration of the same rituals dominate uncontested, pervading and annihilating the (unaware) viewer. Despite the supreme, sacred, prevailing nothingness (or everything: each may decide) represented there, the result fascinates and enamors precisely by virtue of this overarching sense of impossibility of fundamental discernment.
The (truly) absolute silence and the cyclically seraphic reiteration of the same rituals dominate uncontested, pervading and annihilating the (unaware) viewer.
Despite the supreme, sacred, prevailing nothingness (or everything: each may decide) represented there, the result fascinates and enamors precisely by virtue of this overarching sense of impossibility of fundamental discernment.
Dive into the profound silence of Die Große Stille and experience a rare cinematic journey through faith and ritual.
It is a sound-sidereal exploration, that undertaken by the young Commander Von Telekraft(werk), characterized by well-blended retro-futuristic multi-grade directional introjections. Commander: can I borrow the capsule for another elektro-spin?
It is a sound-sidereal exploration, that undertaken by the young Commander Von Telekraft(werk), characterized by well-blended retro-futuristic multi-grade directional introjections.
Commander: can I borrow the capsule for another elektro-spin?
Dive into Anthony Rother’s electro-space world and experience the futuristic techno voyage yourself!
An utterly uncompromising, fanatically excessive, and simultaneously ruinously fascinating work. "Blood Spills Out Of Everything I Touch" takes no prisoners: a genuinely dark, sick, unmanageable sound-monolith.
An utterly uncompromising, fanatically excessive, and simultaneously ruinously fascinating work.
"Blood Spills Out Of Everything I Touch" takes no prisoners: a genuinely dark, sick, unmanageable sound-monolith.
Dare to explore the harrowing depths of Gnaw Their Tongues' dark masterpiece—listen now and face the sonic abyss.
Drag here or click to upload a photo.
Drag here or click to upload a video.
Drag here or click to upload an audio file.
You can take a note on this content. What you write here is visible only to you. To view your notes, go to the bookmarks section.