Believe it or not, it’s always a strange, wonderful surprise when a band reaches out directly. No PR fluff, no management middlemen — just a simple “Hey, give this a…
Every so often, something lands in my ears that just makes me stop what I’m doing, stare into the middle distance, and mutter, “Oh, you magnificent bastard.” Ad Aspectum Hereticum…
There’s a very particular smell that comes with true old-school Black Metal. It’s the stench of burning incense, corpse paint, mildew, and unwashed leather — the scent of the early…
