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Skáphe, Skáphe
A web of shadow to be torn in - gloomy echoes from the past to drift and decay, tie and twist. Lost in the corridors of a decrepit, crumbling mind, drowning in black.

SkápheSkáphe

A web of shadow to be torn in - gloomy echoes from the past to drift and decay, tie and twist. Lost in the corridors of a decrepit, crumbling mind, drowning in black.

Fell Voices, Regnum Saturni
An ever-expanding swell, a mass grey and bleak. Its arms stretch towards the infinite, wrapping the world in a blurry totality. Here it is complete, encompassing. Wind howls and screams lost, for the fog is all. Murk that cannot be challenged. A submerged cry is to be but smothered here, in the din, as we are lost.

Fell Voices, Regnum Saturni

An ever-expanding swell, a mass grey and bleak. Its arms stretch towards the infinite, wrapping the world in a blurry totality. Here it is complete, encompassing. Wind howls and screams lost, for the fog is all. Murk that cannot be challenged. A submerged cry is to be but smothered here, in the din, as we are lost.

Black Cilice, Summoning the Night
Bleak, unholy, and black. A wild rampage against order, a raucous shake upwards with a fist at the heavens. Screaming through the night, now unleashed. Deafening shrieks call out, unsated and lusting for more.

Black Cilice, Summoning the Night

Bleak, unholy, and black. A wild rampage against order, a raucous shake upwards with a fist at the heavens. Screaming through the night, now unleashed. Deafening shrieks call out, unsated and lusting for more.

Sean McCann, Music for Private Ensemble
A mournful sigh. Not solitary,  but humble - a gathering of only the closest. A time withdrawn from outside cares, from the immediate peril of death and life, even as it draws from these extremes. The tender, stripped privacy explores both, and leaves but awe.

Sean McCann, Music for Private Ensemble

A mournful sigh. Not solitary,  but humble - a gathering of only the closest. A time withdrawn from outside cares, from the immediate peril of death and life, even as it draws from these extremes. The tender, stripped privacy explores both, and leaves but awe.

Earn, Hell on Earth
Elongated sigh, a whisper in your ear. The glance turns, speaking softly, and settles on the air. This is the longing, the wishing, the desire - tranquil yet seeking. It only wishes for more breath.

Earn, Hell on Earth

Elongated sigh, a whisper in your ear. The glance turns, speaking softly, and settles on the air. This is the longing, the wishing, the desire - tranquil yet seeking. It only wishes for more breath.

Aaron Dilloway, The Beauty Bath
A subtle drop. Resonances hover in the background, a calm eeriness, one that is tough to shake, as if one more second could lead to the scrambling. The uneasiness lingers and lingers, coloring what is normally wrought heavy with a lighter shade, a defter touch. Tenderness, even.

Aaron Dilloway, The Beauty Bath

A subtle drop. Resonances hover in the background, a calm eeriness, one that is tough to shake, as if one more second could lead to the scrambling. The uneasiness lingers and lingers, coloring what is normally wrought heavy with a lighter shade, a defter touch. Tenderness, even.

Helm, Silencer
Scalpel over slather. Piercing tides are that are slowly released to flow. Unnerving, uncertain - the creeping descent into the consumption.

Helm, Silencer

Scalpel over slather. Piercing tides are that are slowly released to flow. Unnerving, uncertain - the creeping descent into the consumption.

Phill Niblock, Nothin to Look at Just a Record
Immersion. Everything and nothing, suspension is supreme.

Phill Niblock, Nothin to Look at Just a Record

Immersion. Everything and nothing, suspension is supreme.

Raum, Event of Your Leaving
A gentle, wintry drift - a sigh. The passing which is let go. That sigh is held onto, for what feels like an eternity, as the emptiness blows through. The spectral shadow lingers, distant yet near. Solitude if need be, but a haunted solitude, alone and unsure, disembodied. This is your passing.

Raum, Event of Your Leaving

A gentle, wintry drift - a sigh. The passing which is let go. That sigh is held onto, for what feels like an eternity, as the emptiness blows through. The spectral shadow lingers, distant yet near. Solitude if need be, but a haunted solitude, alone and unsure, disembodied. This is your passing.


Well I guess it’s already pushing the end of the year - I haven’t written nearly as much as I would’ve like to, but at least something came out…I will most likely be trying to touch on many of the releases I didn’t get the chance to properly take in and digest over the year these next months or two, and I will be throwing the very best over here. Hope you enjoy.