Welcome my fellow black metalheads, Sean here at the Black Metal Archives, and today I’m fucking consumed by the soul-crushing brilliance of Deadwood Lake’s Immortalised in Death. This beast tore loose on August 16, 2019, straight from the UK’s dark underbelly via UKEM Records, an eight-track slab of atmospheric black metal fury from Bruce Powell (bass, vocals), Tom Warren (drums, vocals), and Ryan Wills (guitar, backing vocals)—with a guest solo from Paul Nazarkardeh thrown in for extra bite. Born from the ashes of Bruce’s brother Gary’s passing, this album’s a goddamn war cry of grief and defiance, and it’s got me raging and weeping all at once. This is black metal that rips your heart out and stomps on it—let’s dive into this motherfucker and bleed.
“Visions From The Faded Years” storms in like a banshee’s wail, guitars slashing with tremolo venom that hits me right in the fucking chest. Bruce’s vocals are a jagged blade—raspy, desperate shrieks that carry years of pain—while Ryan’s riffs weave this icy, melodic haze that’s got my skin crawling. Tom’s drums pound like a heartbeat on the edge of collapse, and the bass growls deep, setting a mood that’s bleak as hell and twice as gripping. It’s a brutal opener that drags me into their world, and I’m already hooked, screaming into the void.
“The March Of Time” keeps the fire roaring, and fuck me, it’s a banger that’s got my blood boiling. The guitars churn out these razor-sharp hooks—catchy as shit but dark as a grave—while Bruce and Tom trade vocals like they’re dueling with demons. The drums blast with a relentless fury, and the bass thumps like a war drum, driving this track straight through my skull. It’s got this raw, emotional edge that makes me wanna smash shit and cry at the same time—pure fucking black metal magic.
“Immortalised In Death” is the gut-punch I didn’t know I needed—this title track’s a goddamn beast that floors me. It starts with acoustic plucks that hit like a funeral dirge, then explodes into mid-tempo riffs and soaring melodies that feel epic as fuck. Bruce’s voice is a tormented howl, and when Nazarkardeh’s solo kicks in, it’s like lightning splitting the sky—fucking electrifying. The whole band locks in, building this wall of sound that’s heavy, haunting, and beautiful—I’m banging my head and choking up, lost in its power.
“Guidance” keeps the vibe crushing, guitars weaving this thick, melodic fog that wraps around me like a noose. The vocals snarl and soar, carrying this old-school black metal spirit that’s got me grinning like a madman. Tom’s drums hit with a savage grace, while the bass rumbles beneath, making this a track that’s got my fists pumping and my soul aching—it’s fucking relentless, and I’m all in.
“My Ashes Will Remain” is where I fucking break—this shit’s a tidal wave of brutality and beauty. The guitars scream with a whining fury, Paul’s guest solo slicing through like a razor, while the rhythm section slams down hard, shaking my goddamn core. Bruce’s vocals are pure anguish, and I feel every goddamn word—grief turned into sound, hitting me like a freight train. It’s a standout that leaves me wrecked and roaring.
“Alone I Fly” takes me higher, a sprawling epic that’s got me soaring through the darkness. The guitars paint this vast, mournful picture—riffs bleeding into soft, sad rhythms—while the vocals cut deep, raw and real. It’s a journey that’s got me swaying, lost in its hypnotic pull, and when it erupts, I’m screaming my lungs out, fucking alive in its chaos.
“Drowning Reality” twists the knife, a psychedelic haze of guitars that’s got me spinning. The riffs are jaw-dropping, technical as fuck but dripping with emotion, while the drums and bass keep it fluid and fierce. Bruce’s voice anchors it, a beacon of rage in the storm, and I’m drowning in it, loving every suffocating second.
“Vigils” seals this bastard shut, and holy fuck, it’s a finale that rips me apart. The guitars pierce the gloom with slick, intricate melodies—dark and dissonant as hell—while the vocals snarl and soar, blending bleakness with headbanging riffs. It’s Deadwood Lake at their peak, a spectacular explosion of everything that makes them great, and I’m left breathless, fists raised, screaming into the night.
Deadwood Lake’s sound on Immortalised in Death is a fucking force—Ryan’s guitars are a storm of frostbitten riffs and melancholic beauty, while Marc’s bass is the deep, pulsing lifeblood that keeps me hooked. Tom’s drums are a goddamn thunderclap, brutal and vital, and Bruce’s vocals are the raw, beating soul—pissed, pained, and perfect. The occasional acoustic flourishes and guest solo? Fucking gold, adding depth to this emotional carnage. In the black metal genre, these bastards stand tall with the atmospheric greats—Agalloch’s haunting vibes, Wolves in the Throne Room’s vastness—but they’ve got a melodic bite and personal fury that’s pure Darkthrone or early Emperor, raw and unfiltered. This album’s a goddamn triumph, a tribute that rips my heart out and sets it ablaze—crank it loud, let it rip, and join me in this brutal fucking catharsis. You can blast the full album on Bandcamp, so get your ass over there and dive into the pain!
