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The actual Album plus the 4 songs from the 2010 Split release with Sapthuran.
Since 2005, Greece's SAD have been a madly prolific bastion of pure 'n' cold black metal. Their canon is vast and varied - VERY relatively so, given that this is all-caps BLACK METAL after all - with the longstanding duo of instrumentalist Ungod and vocalist Nadir exploring the darkest corridors of their souls every step of the way. They did so across a half-dozen albums for such esteemed labels as Drakkar, Obscure Abhorrence, and Old Temple among others as well as a dozen splits, but then joined forces with PURITY THROUGH FIRE in 2020 for the release of their seventh album, Misty Breath of Ancient Forests, and again in 2023 for Black Metal Craft.
Proudly remaining in the PURITY THROUGH FIRE stronghold, SAD return with their ninth(!) album, Fullmoon's Bestial Awakening. While its title might be something of an aesthetic misnomer - this is NOT bestial metal, thankfully - Fullmoon's Bestial Awakening does keep intact the nastiness of Black Metal Craft, making for a complementary record to its cantankerous predecessor. SAD here are characteristically unconcerned with anything in "black metal" during this millennium, still harkening to the glorious late '90s heyday of Sombre Records or the aforementioned Drakkar and yet tempered with the wisdom & resolve surely established by a band who've been around 25 years now. No more but definitely no less, Fullmoon's Bestial Awakening is raw & ripping orkishness shot through with a touch of the melancholic but all stirred malevolently, where hypnotic speed - cruise, gallop, headbang, or any combination thereof - often rights itself into something somewhat regal or at least triumphant. And just like that not-inconsiderable predecessor, SAD's ninth full-length similarly stretches toward the epic, encompassing eight songs in 55 minutes of righteous obsidian splendor. Cold, old, and still no surrender!
comes with an insert card and a poster size A2
galaxy grey vinyl
Black Vinyl
comes with a poster (size A2) and an insert with complete lyrics
KERZENLICHT carve his own path within the genre, blending primal energy with atmospheric, madrigal tones, cold and unforgiving as the northern wilderness itself!
Over 34 minutes of raw, atmospheric black metal, Castrivenian conjures vampiric mysticism, lycanthropic rage, and absolute misanthropy. Expect hypnotic riffs, spectral keyboards, and piercing screams echoing the true ’90s black flame, yet the essence remains uniquely Castrivenian. Hateful, haunting, and utterly devoted to the underground.
And so it goes with Dysylumn's long-awaited fourth full-length, Abstraction. Curiously titled, Abstraction is actually the duo's most immediate record in many a year; even on the surface, its five-song / 37-minute runtime seems relatively quick by comparison. However, to suggest that Dysylumn are shortchanging their still-swirling creativity by attacking more directly would be grossly missing the point. Gutted bass-throb and etheric guitar characteristically form the foundation, but here does the former sound more pensive and contemplative while the latter suitably slashes & surges with an unmatched amount of emotion. In fact, just isolating the guitar work of Sébastien Besson alone would render Abstraction an incredibly compelling experience, but his impassioned vocals along with the slippery-yet-stylish drumming of Camille Oliver Faure-Brac make the album an effortless exercise in point / counterpoint: a reinvigoration of black metal classicism on one hand and a defiant flipping of the script on the other, bypassing "progressive" and "post" tags not out of churlish disdain but rather as already-established signposts of no use to Dysylumn. Stargazing, wistful, and yet so full of vim and vigor - Abstraction hits emotional centers, HARD, without obfuscating their core creativity. From nascent flames to the final breaths of a flickering light...
And so it goes with Dysylumn's long-awaited fourth full-length, Abstraction. Curiously titled, Abstraction is actually the duo's most immediate record in many a year; even on the surface, its five-song / 37-minute runtime seems relatively quick by comparison. However, to suggest that Dysylumn are shortchanging their still-swirling creativity by attacking more directly would be grossly missing the point. Gutted bass-throb and etheric guitar characteristically form the foundation, but here does the former sound more pensive and contemplative while the latter suitably slashes & surges with an unmatched amount of emotion. In fact, just isolating the guitar work of Sébastien Besson alone would render Abstraction an incredibly compelling experience, but his impassioned vocals along with the slippery-yet-stylish drumming of Camille Oliver Faure-Brac make the album an effortless exercise in point / counterpoint: a reinvigoration of black metal classicism on one hand and a defiant flipping of the script on the other, bypassing "progressive" and "post" tags not out of churlish disdain but rather as already-established signposts of no use to Dysylumn. Stargazing, wistful, and yet so full of vim and vigor - Abstraction hits emotional centers, HARD, without obfuscating their core creativity. From nascent flames to the final breaths of a flickering light...
"My journey making this album started from an inner battle between spirituality and hatred," says Dark Divinator. "The endless struggle of life and death has been composed in the album, which translates to 'a trail from light to the shadows.'" Indeed, DARK DIVINATION carry a torch for yesteryear Finnish BM idioms. On first blush, the album bears the unmistakable stamp of Corvus-fronted Horna - thus, cast your mind back some 20 years - with a melodicism at once melancholic and triumphant, emotive and dead inside, leading the rubbed-raw surge. But as Liitto hengen ja veren plays on, a rugged mysticism emerges, with First Spell-casting synths enchanting to the extreme, and that melodicism begins morphing into other, less-obvious shapes. In that sense, DARK DIVINATION more so reignite the flame left behind by the likes of Cosmic Church, Rahu, Verge, Charnel Winds, and PANTHEON OF BLOOD. Any way you approach it, Liitto hengen ja veren spills vital blood into this exclusive canon.
"My journey making this album started from an inner battle between spirituality and hatred," says Dark Divinator. "The endless struggle of life and death has been composed in the album, which translates to 'a trail from light to the shadows.'" Indeed, DARK DIVINATION carry a torch for yesteryear Finnish BM idioms. On first blush, the album bears the unmistakable stamp of Corvus-fronted Horna - thus, cast your mind back some 20 years - with a melodicism at once melancholic and triumphant, emotive and dead inside, leading the rubbed-raw surge. But as Liitto hengen ja veren plays on, a rugged mysticism emerges, with First Spell-casting synths enchanting to the extreme, and that melodicism begins morphing into other, less-obvious shapes. In that sense, DARK DIVINATION more so reignite the flame left behind by the likes of Cosmic Church, Rahu, Verge, Charnel Winds, and PANTHEON OF BLOOD. Any way you approach it, Liitto hengen ja veren spills vital blood into this exclusive canon.
You who kneel before the frail architraves of the divine, behold the eruption of the Primordial Antagonist, whose essence subverts the very fabric of creation. This sonic compendium, forged in the crucible of 1990s orthodox Black Metal, is the anti-litany that decrees the corruption of the Seven Sisters—once pillars of cosmic harmony, now collapsed beneath the weight of absolute negation.
Each emanation of this opus is a syllogism of desolation, an ontological rupture that dissolves the illusion of order and enthrones the supremacy of malignant entropy. The Adversary offers no redemption - only a mirror wherein your insignificance is revealed, an abyss wherein your faith is pulverized.
Let those who cling to the light falter, for this is the mandate of the Enemy, whose sovereignty brooks no opposition. Submit to the annihilation of the sacred, or be devoured by the maelstrom of eternal dissent.