Celluloid Dissonance

The Dormant Darkness sounds like one of those albums a guy makes when he's more obsessed with heavy music than just about anything else. As soon as the record starts, Buried Realm comes out swinging ...

Seeking cosmic technical death metal for your earholes? Search no more. Mithras already solved the problem back in 2016 with On Strange Loops — a record that doesn’t just play like a collection of songs, but   ...

There’s something beautifully ruined about hearing Draconian again in full funeral bloom. In Somnolent Ruin doesn’t arrive so much as seep through the walls, carrying candle smoke, graveyard ...

A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spiral like  ...

A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spiral like  ...

Some albums hit hard. Others hang over you for days like smoke trapped in old cathedral stone. Belialed’s The Echoless Chasm does the second one. This thing doesn’t just play — it spreads. Slowly. Patiently. ...

After eight years of silence, Arizona death metal force Lago return with Vigil, a suffocating and deeply corrosive statement that transforms absence into artistic evolution. Built around the punishing chemistry of Cole Jacobsen’s jagged  ...

A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spiral like  ...

I threw this album on the stereo way too late at night.  That already feels like the correct way to hear it. Windows cracked. Empty road. Gas station coffee that tasted like burnt pennies. I’d spent most of the evening revisiting old  ...

The corridors beneath the surgical hive pulse like living arteries, breathing heat through walls lacquered in black organic resin. Something ancient moves below the metal grates — not walking, but dragging itself  ...