Welcome my fellow black metalheads, Sean here at the Black Metal Archives, and fuck me, I’m still buzzing from Winds of Nowhere’s self-titled Winds of Nowhere—it’s like a storm tore through my fucking skull. I found this Italian gem in a Bandcamp rabbit hole, and it hit me like a gust of cosmic wrath—fast, fierce, and goddamn exhilarating. Dropped November 14, 2024, via Northern Silence Productions, this four-track debut from one-man tempest L. has got me soaring and snarling—let’s rip this windy motherfucker apart!
Winds of Nowhere roared out of Istanbul, Türkiye, and the USA, in 2024, a feral crew born from the ashes of fuck-knows-what. James, Utku, Alp, and Jacy slammed this debut together fast, a transatlantic blast of atmospheric fury unleashed late last year, and we’re all the more grateful for it!
“Born from the Ashes” ignites like a phoenix clawing free, guitars roaring with melodic fury that’s got my pulse racing. James’ vocals are a goddamn shriek—high and wild—while his drums blast like a storm tearing through ruins. The bass rumbles deep, and I’m hooked, head thrown back, lost in this ashen rush.
“Tides of Fate” keeps the tempest raging, and holy shit, it’s got me grinning like a mad bastard. The guitars weave this soaring, frostbitten melody—bright yet brutal—while the vocals snarl through, raw and unhinged. The drums pound with relentless might, and I’m banging my head ‘til my brain’s mush—fate’s tides never sounded so goddamn alive.
“A Dream in a Dream” dives into the ethereal, a beast that grips my soul tight. The guitars churn out dreamy, atmospheric riffs, layered with a cosmic haze, while James’ voice howls with otherworldly fire. The rhythm section thunders, and I’m swaying, caught in its fucking spell—pure black metal poetry.
“Visions of a Forgotten Past” is where I fucking lose it—a titan that rips me apart. The guitars blaze with this raw, triumphant storm—riffs that soar like winds over lost lands—while the vocals snarl and soar, dripping with primal rage. It’s a standout that’s got me screaming into the heavens, fucking possessed by its power.
Winds of Nowhere’s sound on Winds of Nowhere is a goddamn hurricane—Alp’s and Utku’s guitars are a torrent of melodic riffs and atmospheric chaos, while his bass is the deep, pulsing core that keeps me raging. The drums are a fucking whirlwind, blasting with savage fury, and his vocals are the raw, stormy heart—wild, pained, and perfect. In the black metal genre, this fucker flies with the atmospheric greats—Wolves in the Throne Room’s vastness, Saor’s sweep—but with a concise, ferocious bite that’s pure early Emperor or Dissection, unpolished and alive. This album’s a fucking blast, a windstorm of rage that’s got me hooked—crank it loud, let it rip, and join me in this wild goddamn ride.
You glorious bastards reading this, tell me in the comments how this album blew you away—I wanna hear your grim fucking tales! You can blast the full album on Bandcamp, so get your ass over there and dive into the storm!
Stay grim, you filthy bastards, and keep the black flame burning!
