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Greek black/death metal legion Anticreation emerge from the abysses of hell with their colossal debut album From the Dust of Embers, a thirty-four minute aural declaration of war toward the insignificance of all terrain things. Monstrous walls of low end dissonance churn and fume like sprawling hellfires, while dark ambient and ritualistic debris metastasizes around the telluric instrumental sections creating a grandiose and enveloping hellscape shrouded in darkness and death. No newcomers to their scene, the cryptic duo of Necro and Noctus who form the core of Anticreation have been sailing the black seas of Greece's most uncompromising underground for literal decades, with Necro in particular having spent the last twenty years forging hellbent steel in such miscreant greek black metal entities as Burial hordes, Enshadowed, and Merciless Crucifixion, among others. Anticreation is a vessel unto fusing Necro's and Noctus' long running expertise in black metal and the duo's interest and fascination in the bleakest and most otherworldly forms of dark death metal, namely that one conceived in various waves by bastions of the genre like Immolation, Portal, Pseudogod and Teitanblood, resulting in their debut offering From the Dust of Embers, an imposing dark death metal beast levitating with an immense aura of complete ruin and inevitability.

After their highly acclaimed avant-garde debut album "Secret Ambrosian Fire", released by Eisenwald in 2019, Thuringian folklorists MOSAIC return to their black metal roots with their new full-length album "Heimatspuk", delivering a primal symbiosis of atmospheric metal, mystical soundscapes and traditional primal folk elements.

The album continues where its predecessor "Secret Ambrosian Fire" left off. The modern world lies in ruins and has consumed itself. Lyrically, it is permeated by various leitmotifs, such as darkness, sanguine and forest mysticism - as well as the central elements of earth and air - whose attributes and symbolism characterize the album.

Unlike previous MOSAIC releases, there are no guest appearances on this album. The album was written and recorded entirely by Martin van Valkenstijn at his House of Inkantation in Gotha, with musical assistance from Danijel Zambo (Walden, Skognatt) and mastered by Markus Stock (Empyrium, Sun of the Sleepless) at Klangschmiede Studio E in Mellrichstadt.

Unholy mix of obscure metal arts.

 

Killer Death/Black metal band from Greece.


 

Gatefold, Black Vinyl

Second album.
While it is certainly a progression from their debut album, ‘Wounds’ perfects the crushing doom of their previous work. More than ever, bassist/ vocalist Tiffany Strom’s voice is on full display as it evokes a unique poignancy that drives the band through seven emotionally devastating tracks.

Black vinyl
 

2023 reissue on prophecy

FVNERALS’ music has elements of ambient music, post-rock, drone shoegaze, slowcore, and it’s dark sounded with slow paced atmospheres.

 

Official re-issue, 6 panels digipak

Ready to ship 27/02/2020

Jacket flooded black inside
Insert
Poly-lined inner-sleeves
180g emerald sea vinyl 
Appealing in us and widely released from getting placed in vacant definitions, there is resulting pantophagy - bounded by the energies which are at work in us, which are exempted from expression through hollow words and not attempted to be depicted concretely. Our compound exists for what is shaking and flowing in us, naturally grown and born by efforts of disposition in infinity.

Doomed in utter vagous cacaesthesia, a haemathermal burning thirst for things that are to be figured out tacently, which may also wait eternally to get breathed into life and get a name because raining from the heavens, they will presumably never meet us at all. We vomit what is in our limbs and inhale from our depths what we allow to lead us.

HADOPELAGYAL regards itself in a state of mad flow. The search for substance and everything connected to it is important for the output or creation. Sith you don’t have to ponder over everything, some things come naturally in such a deep and relentless way that you don’t know what actually hit you. Thus, we take these conditions as they arise and let them vanish without raising any claims. We’ve discarded the pretence of simplicity, and yet, with all the agony and the adversities in the perpetual chaos, we feel a wonderful lightness that gives us ataraxia. It’s certain that meaningful things only originate from fever, where the scourges seem to be without end, where you sink to ashes in purgatory, ashes that don’t wear out as long as something pulsates in you, where malacophonous umbrages claim the toxic climax, where the masks fuse and you consider yourself lost in pandemonism, until the mythical labtebricole creatures fly.