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supported by 42 fans who also own “Errata”
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again. I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom.
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supported by 38 fans who also own “Errata”
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue.
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supported by 38 fans who also own “Errata”
This album takes me on a wonderful journey. As for my favorite track, I could hardly decide between 'ISAE' and 'Everything's about to change forever'. From my feeling I can already feel an immense progress compared to 'Cosmic Drone' in terms of the clarity of the sound. Thank you for sharing this album with us! <3
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Vicious funeral doom from Portugal, “Ossadas” hammers away like a rain of comets, fiery & relentless.
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Into Darkness Ever More Profound
by The Howling Void
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 20, 2023
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An epic, funeral doom metal retelling of Jules Verne’s iconic novel "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea."
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Life has gone on long enough
by NONE
supported by 37 fans who also own “Errata”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs...
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