#depressive doom metal mixes

[bodhi-ryuchai]

TOMORROW on BANDCAMP FRIDAY,

I will release this is a one-man Atmospheric/Experimental funeral doom project from Eastern Europe. Dying Cenobites. It's his EP. Currently, he is working with XNeZeNX to create the next Experimental Depressive Doom Metal Mixes.

This EP will be released tomorrow.

Here is bandcamp link: https://108yadimsrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/waiting-gargoyle-demo

Here is his instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dying_cenobites/

and YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@CzacoF

DOOM//DRONE

MITIGATION OF ANGER//PAIN

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Type O Negative - Cinnamon Girl

[pennyellee]

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings (preview only): minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, incision wound, blood, suicide attempt, strong language, mentions of God, ...

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 583

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

author's note: well, yall, life is getting in my way, it's certainly keeping me from finishing this chapter, but it shouldn't be that long before I actually do. I wanted to drop a little preview before the sacred day I was born, which is tomorrow, 1-2-3 birthday depression. Enjoy the preview and stay tuned for the chapter. I'll be also answering some asks tomorrow, yes, i see them, and i love you all so so so so much, I just have very little of free time lately. See ya soon! lots of love, p. 𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ ♡🫧

m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII

Time seemed to slow as Yoongi lunged forward, reaching out to stop her, but it was too late. The blade sliced through her skin, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as pain seared through her, her vision swimming with darkness. She felt Yoongi’s hands on her, his panicked voice calling out to her, but it was distant as if coming from a faraway place.

“Seokjin?!!” he shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

He cradled her in his arms, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood.

The sound of loud footsteps echoed in the corridor as others rushed forward to reach the doctor, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. But amidst the chaos, Y/N’s empty gaze remained fixed on Yoongi, her eyes still burning with flames.

“Stay with me, baby. Don’t leave me please.” Yoongi whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He pressed his lips to her forehead, willing her to hold on, to fight for her life.

But as he looked down at her pale, lifeless face, he knew that the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges. For now, all he could do was pray that she would survive, that she would find the strength to forgive him and that they would someday find their way back to each other.

“Please don’t take her away from me, my Lord.”

Yoongi prayed that it was not too late to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

One thing remained clear in Yoongi’s mind: he would do whatever it took to save her, to make amends for the pain he had caused, and to prove to her that his love was worth fighting for.

Yoongi’s voice cut through the turmoil, his words a desperate plea for forgiveness. He begged for her to forgive him, to give him another chance to make things right. No more secrets, no more lies. No more pain. He was willing to rebuild their relationship from the ground up, on a foundation of honesty and trust.

The metallic scent of blood mingled with the tang of fear, thickening the air with a palpable sense of impending doom. He ripped one of his sleeves a while ago, pressing the roughly crimpled fabric to the wound, praying that Seokjin was near. Or did anyone hear him scream frantically enough to relay the message?

“You can’t leave me, baby, please. I promise we’ll work everything through.”

He kissed and caressed her hair with his free hand which was covered with her blood. Tears blurred his vision as his hand trembled at the sight. A blood he never wished to shed.

“Please, Y/N, you have to forgive me.” The weight of his actions pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with the weight of his mistakes.

“Fucking goddammit Yoongi!”

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Y/N set the plates on the table, pouring the hot water into a kettle of green tea as he joined her at the table. They exchanged smiles, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the kitchen and the windows providing a magnificent view of the sea.

“I’ve been thinking,-” she said with a smile on her face while she set the seaweed salad down in front of him. He hummed in response, reading today’s paper.

“About opening my practice.” He nodded, sipping his tea thoughtfully.

“Thought you wanted to wait until the babe arrives?”

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

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[nerdgal27]

A Story Behind the Painting

Home

Summary:

Part 4 of (Mikey and Me Part 3), (It Happened Again Part 2), and (Don't Want to Talk Part 1). Struggle after struggle. There comes a time when the inner demon destroys so much, that one doesn't know what else to do. Other than keep the inner demon from loved ones.

Tags: Substance Abuse, Depression, Flashbacks, and Abuse.

Home 

Sunshine dapples the deep green forest. Burn the late morning dew glittering jewels in mid air. Coffee mug in hand black liquid slosh onto cold fingers as I wobble down the tiny staircase of the camper pickup truck. An old rust bucket is the last bit of my savings can afford. 

Sit on a lazy afternoon in a cozy chair. Stare at the endless view of evergreen pines and misty gray mountains is worth it all. Take in the cool sweet wood scent of green fill sore lungs. Swivel chair further away from an old gravel path. Wind over the lush undergrowth. Where customary rodents cover last night's tracks. Eat the empty nut shells and left over trail mix I left for them. Can’t stomach to eat anything again. What’s the point now?

Shield away by Mother Nature’s warmth and green walls. Her sweet melody chirps and whispers in the silence. The sticky sun glues me under the camper cobweb awning. Spiders big enough to play the banjo. Thought grows a chuckle to who said that once. Forever gone away in the forever distance. All for the best. For everyone. For them most of all. 

Free from pain, from it all. It has been done. No need to know the outside world. Can almost imagine it all. Not now. No need to think about any of that at all. Other than wonder how hot this coffee is for me to sip. 

Deep rich aroma takes me away from the pines. Old giggles bounce from concrete walls. Sparks spray in all directions mingles the smell with old metal. When muddle hands rub black grease over my eyebrow. Old scooter parts vomit all over the floor. A victim to be torn apart, rebuilt to either drive faster. Or explode. 

Phone rings memories back to green and soft blue reality. Muffle in the far depths of the 1967 brown and green camper. Can’t be right, I shut it off last night. 

Crawl back into the sauna brown dungeon. Follow the ringtone to the front. Weave over the hot tea water bottles on the fuzzy floor. Brush last night’s debris aside in the trap of doom between the front seat. Bright pink old life shivers in a frenzy. 

I shouldn’t turn the phone over to see the screen. This needs to be my new life now. Can’t go back anyways. How can I like this? How can anyone? Doing this for them. An glove box that only opens and closes by a swift kick is a good place to bury it all away. Turn off all of the past in orange velvet darkness. Leave it all tucked away. Return to the fresh sirene new life. 

Canadian geese honk over the tall tree peaks. The way the flock swoops down a long terrain down from blue skies and feather clouds. Sunrays beam grasshopper hisses mid day summer heat. Follow the distant honks and splash. A cool lake lap over dry cracked feet sounds perfect. Clear this heavy head of mine. 

Wander back inside. Cool worn out duds for lake water. Cold beer in hand, tuck comfy chair under my arm. A handful of fluorescent pink tags roll in hand. Nice way to return to my new home without getting lost. Wait for another set of geese to flutter above. Lead the way out of the hot sun. Weave between the trees. Step over tree root monsters. Smile at the odd bird or animal hops by. 

“We don’t keep secrets, right?”

I whisper to the memories. “No, you don’t.” 

Another voice in the dream rasp. “He still loves you.” 

He shouldn’t, neither should any of you. Too broken, not enough. Difficult. 

Out here. All are no different than any woodland creatures from the largest moose to the small voles scurry by. What is worse, to remember the words. Or the subtle silence of the first night when all of this began. A sink full of awful empty decisions. The oldest brother’s quiet gaze. Patterns flourish in the forest around me. Bright shapes shimmer all that is long gone behind me. Nothing wrong with a cold one in hand on a hot day. 

Besides, take in all of this. A wide dark turquoise green lake. Full of life. A single loon lone coo along with the tiny dots of geese in the water. Soft gentle slopes into sand and clay. Show evidence of deer were here moments ago. 

He misses you that’s all 

One’s voice. Does he?… Of course he does. How could he not? Everyone else knows. 

Sit down in the chair. Set down the last 3 cans of a 6 pack. Miraculous 3 survivors of a drunk blackout yesterday. Crack open heaven. Slide it down the fire throat. Feel it burn over it all. Take in this brand new peaceful life of quiet. Should bring out a couple fishing poles for tonight. If I remember to come back for them. Can’t go back to anything nowadays. 

When will I see you? 

My old self. When my voice had more life. 

Soon, Sweetheart, it will be like old times. 

There’s a reason why they are called old times. It was a good life. A loud life, somewhat chaotic. The endless laughs, pile ons, pushing around. Plastic cockroaches in cupboards, glitter in ninja smoke bombs. One time Mikey and I replaced Raphael’s shower gel for blue dye. Guy was a grumpy Smurf for 4 days. His grouchy growls. The wooden spoon in papa turtle Smurf’s hand. Mikey ran for his life. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. Wash over the more recent screams and pushes away. Even more of the dark and bleek. 

When closet doors rattle. Whisky bottles smash in the far distance- 

No. Not again. Never speak of it again. None of that ever happened. 

Water swishes numb ankles. Whirl to baby ducks splash nearby. Over work, Mother of 6 squacks her children to behave and paddle behind her. Chuckles at their little feet blur under the clear water. Match the same speed of their cotton ball wings. Can remember when Mikey used to run the same way. Anytime Donnie chases Mikey out of his lab. Sometimes so then Donnie and I could play science and pupil again. 

Water waves between my toes. Shallow parts warm from the sun. Heat numb limbs. Swallow back to boiling hot water. Scorch delicate young skin.

Mommy it’s too hot. 

No…stop

Screams echo. Blister scar. Bare to the summer heat. Every single one remembers every pain. Why did I wear this tank top? Why am I out here? Can’t stay.

Hands stick on to lawn chair. Water waves slosh against the sandy ridge. Small legs kick. Hot water splashes everywhere. Hands shove deep under water. 

Sweetheart, breathe…

Violet voice whispers. Take his invisible hands. Squeeze them. The way he told me to. No thumb rubs my hands. Take in all of the cool fresh pine. Have to get used to this alone. Least this way is the best. No one’s burden any more. Can pick up this lawn chair anytime. 

Wander back the pink flag trail. Lose myself to millions of songs birds and butterflies flutter by. Brush soft long grass under fingers as I go. Crisp fresh air. Think about what bait to use for food tonight. Another thing I will have to start getting used to. 

Yellow happy face atena swings in between shrubs. Wave me down the direction home. Swig the last bit of powerful robust dark beer. Ignite pain away in a smooth burn. Drown darkness where they belong. 

Soft breeze hushes the forest buzz. Breathe in strong bitter fuel knocks the taste of beer. Great animal growls a deep hungry growl. Take me back to a cool violet room. To a lab chair and elastic bands for hair tying. 

“Sweetheart!?”

 Old life hollars me dead frozen in the tall grass. Hidden behind thick honeysuckles. The low hanging tree branches block the meadow opening of my new home. Don’t need to see how close the voice is. Can hear his feet crunch back and forth in the gravel. Rusty truck doors whine open and slam shut. Yellow smiley atena whirs in a hyperactive spaz. Empty cans clang on the far away floor board. Fast in a frantic, more than the time he caught Mikey in his mutagen supply. 

Footsteps wobble in the far depths of camper sweet camper. No.

He can’t be here. No one can find me like this.  I did this for them. They need to stay away from me. Far from any ear shot here. Can drop everything and run. Spin to do so. Lungs leap to jump for the hot pink trail back to the lake. 

Get back here! 

Hot greasy hand clap thunder. Drop the entire lazy afternoon supply. Oh crap no! Don’t drop them.

Metal chair legs clang against beer cans. 

Shallow gasp in the wind. Pushes me faster down the trail. Teenage bare feet pound thistles and burrs I weaved around before. 

Child bare feet blur down a hallway. Slam the bedroom door shut. 

“Tessie, wait!” 

Oh shit! Dammit! All the curse words Mikey should never hear. He found me. Faster down the hill. Over the log. Reach for the ridge. Follow the open blue sky between the evergreen trunks. 

Slip under fast large hands. Hardwood scraps small bare knees. Away from him. Away from the man. Go go go. 

Feet hush to the quiet breeze and soft rainfall of leaves. The broken footpath behind me, bare. Maybe turned back to the shellraiser for something. No matter. Least I can slow down, and lungs can breathe. 

Leaves rustle ahead. Green blur drops from above. Dead in his tracks. The tall slender turtle raises his hands and snatches me. Should have known. Been raised by ninjas for Pete sake. 

Jerk arms in his grip. Swallow the rock down. 

“Donnie, what are you doing here? Let me go.”

Sink away from his gaze. Loosen his grip to one hand on my arm. 

He pants, “I’m not here to fight, and I should be the one asking you the same question.” 

Rip his hand off me. No point in running. His long legs follow behind down the path. As I pick up the lawn chair. 

“No phone call, no note, do you know what I found in that camper?” His feet pound behind. 

Pick up what’s left of the 6 pack. Dangle the last 2 cans yet to be drank. No point in hiding it now. Plus he said he’s not here to fight. There’s no need to answer. Lanky green hands rip the plastic rings. 

“Hey!”

Whirl back to the two cans soar into the forest. Shove Donnie back. 

“What the hell was that for? That stuff ain’t cheap.” 

He towers over me. Loom a dark shadow over. Calm eyes narrow into deep violet slits. Deepens his sharp tongue. 

“Do you know how long I drove to find you,

How long we’ve been looking for you?” 

Step out of his shadow. Continue down the path into the sunlight. Home sweet home lies ahead. 

Shrug as I go, “You didn’t have to. Just decided to take a trip, that's all, what’s wrong with that?”  

Old life lingers in the shadows. Listen to teeth grit splinters. Boy did he skip coffee? Why is he hear anyway. Everyone knows so what’s the point?

Set the lawn chair back under the shade of a hunter's green awning. Since Mr. Grumpy in the corner threw a good set of cans. Guess I’ll have to get more. Crawl back inside the brown velvet coffin. Weave over the thrown cans on the floor. Guess I’ll have to clean this soon. The camper door slams shut. 

“I wouldn’t shut that, unless you want to melt.” I speak to the ghost by the door. 

Silence. Gonna be civil now. Want to burn holes through my head? Go on, do it. Everyone else is gone, why should anything matter. Open the mini fridge. To an endless supply of bottles, cans, and what I forgot most. Leaps off the shelves, plop to the fuzzy floor. 

Oh shit. 

“…what is that?” 

He’s the brainiac and yet he’s asking me? Should be pretty obvious by the label. Let his long legs weave around me. Take a bag from the fridge. I Crack open a cold one. Fire burns down all those dark heavy nights. Think back to all of the colorful waves last night.

“…T-this…” 

Leave him in the camper. Let him figure it out himself. Wasn’t supposed to be here to begin with. Might as well read what brand I use, for what? Who knows. 

Set the can in the lawn chair. Camper door shuts, no slam? Weird. Shouldn’t he be furious or something? 

Been standing there for a while. Turn to him at the metal steps. Shaded from the hot sun. Bag shivers in between his fingers. Lost to the horizon. That I’ve seen thousands of times in his brown eyes. His internal gears whir. He never looks like this unless…

“You do know, right?” 

Silence answers. The deep rise and fall of his chest. He sinks down to the flatten tall grass. Let the bag fall between his fingers. A look I make when I wake up from a nightmare. Before I would run straight to his bedroom. 

Set the can away. How? What?! 

Rise up from the old seat. I ask, “The guys never told you?” 

Rise from his palms, bambi eyes round wide, “They know about this?!” 

“Well…yeah”- 

“How long?” He mutters, waiting for an answer, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Take a step away from his ember coals glow. Shrug an answer, “I thought you knew, how can everyone else know but you Donnie, you know every inch of the city.” 

“How was I supposed to know?” He shoots from the ground. Bury me in his height, “You never call or text me anymore, and then leave the city to who knows where, does Mikey know?!” 

Mikey. Golden sun, white dust particles float over the sweet turtle. Bath in old and new sunlight. Breathe that old dry air of that lazy morning. 

Nod in silence. Hoarse throat stops all words Heavy numb limbs drag back inside the brown coffin. Large queen size mattress at the back. Warm by the sun. Shut all of the curtains away. Curl all away in a ball. Close away from all life. This is not what is supposed to happen. 

“Sweetheart?” Footsteps wobble the camper. 

No answer. Feel the camper sink down with him. Warmth touches my arch back, soft thumb rubs me to the old cool lab. All those years ago. 

“What are your plans for being out here?” He whispers. 

No, he already knows now. He can’t know about this too. It will crush him. Shiver under his soft palm. There’s no going back. I’ve made this decision. Already caused enough problems as it is. First Leo. How it all turned Raph down into this dark hole. Times I’ve picked him up because of what I’ve done. Tried to fix it all for Mikey. Tried to be happy for Mikey. Yet…I am here. This is what I deserve. Donnie shouldn’t even be here. Why is he still here?

Weight shifts the mattress. Warmth drapes behind all along against me. His long arm slides around me. Pull me back tight against his beating heart. Donnie’s muzzle nestles deep into my shoulder. It doesn't take much for him to know. 

Brush back strands from my cheek. 

He whispers, “You don’t deserve to go through this alone.” 

Roll in his arms. Drown myself into this chest I’ve missed so much all night long. Muzzle in his sweet scent and warmth. Squeeze all pain in his tight arms. 

I shake, “I-I Don’t kn-know… if I can go back, big brother, I-I’m too broken. No one should be stuck with me”- 

Soft lips plant firm silence my heavy forehead. 

“You are never too broken, it’s okay to have space for a while when you need it.” His deep voice murmurs in my ear. 

Cling on to his belt. The same way when I was small. Take me back to the memories. Away from all of this. Let all of the pain drip onto his chest. Choke on my words.

As my brainiac brother traces slow circles on my back. Sweet rich coffee fills my world. Over the fresh pine. More warm than the summer hot sun. A soft sigh quells more than the lone loon. I am back home. This is home. Safe. Can hide here as long as I need. 

 He whispers, “I will stay for as long as you need me, little pupil.” 

Bit through all the painful tears to fall. That roll down my brother’s chest. Yesterday I was in darkness. Tomorrow, who knows where I will be. For now I am with Donatello. My close friend, my big brother.

I am home. 

[astral-mariner]

5 Favorite Songs at the Moment

Tagged by @tuesdayinthedas!

"Sigils that Beckon Death" by Elysian Blaze (epic atmospheric black/doom metal---nothing else like it)

"The Usher" by Subrosa (really unique fem fronted doom metal)

"Sterile Nails and Thunderbowels" by Deadmoon (this is a cover of the black metal classic by Silencer, and it's better than the original)

"The Sunset of Life" by Austere (first album from this band in 15 years, and they've always done an amazing mix of atmospheric and depressive black metal)

"Searching for Artificial Happiness" by Ashes You Leave (really obscure and underrated gothic doom metal from the late 90s; this particular song has some really poetic lyrics despite the language barrier)

Tagging to share (if you like): @bonesandivy @galecgun @vegebul-stan @saiyanmazen and anyone else who wants to share music! (bonus points if you're a metalhead like me 👀)

[scarefox]

I think I am allergic to my current job. Like literally. Since I started working there my back is super itchy and sometimes my hands too, no matter how often I shower. And it drives me mad.

Thing is I am allergic against dust mites and some metals. And guess what’s very present at this work place... dust and metal products (tho we worker have to sweep our stations at the end of the shift . but it is very ineffective since the tools we get look like they are leftovers from before ww2). The metal parts we have to package wouldn’t even be such a problem (we wear gloves) BUT they are fresh from the factory. Means there’s a lot of metal dust, splinters and crumbs on them / in the boxes which flies around and mixes to the regular dirt.

Besides the fact that this kind of jobs (no mental stimulation / challenge, working alone, doing the same simple tasks for 8h) is so very bad for my mental health. Even if I can listen to music or podcasts the whole day. It makes me spiral into depression or anxiety at least once per day. 

Memo to myself to intensify the job hunt. 

but the issue is, after work days my serotonin batteries are so empty (as if they were full before lol), I have to fill it first, before I can engage into another very mentally draining process like job hunts or even job interviews..... this is a doom loop. Also I am still in burnout.

[not-easily-conquered]

Now it's your turn! What are your top 5 Lana songs?

Top of my head and in no particular order

Under the cut for the followers who don't go here and don't really care

Dark But Just A Game. I would argue it's a pretty good mix of depression and optimism, where one recognizes that the current situation is horrid and remains hopeful that it'll get better, although it admittedly leans heavy on the depressive side. A top five lyricism in my opinion. I also particularly like the little "but fuck it" and the whole "exceptions to the rule just walk around like you and me this way" thing, she's admitting that she knows she's not an exception, she will suffer and tragically die just like Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison and every other inspiration of hers did. "Life is sweet wha-whatever baby, don't ever think it's not", she's suffered and she knows she will suffer more but still she loves the world. I only just realized this but that's oddly similar to Jesus.

High By The Beach. I've been thinking about this one a lot the last few days, I love it. "I can't survive if this is all that's real" is one of the many quotes that defines who I am personally. I would argue the whole track is a perfect diss on the less sincere poser portion of her fans, "The truth is I never bought into your bullshit when you would pay tribute to me", "Lights, camera, acción, I'll do it on my own, don't need your money, money, to get me what I want", among other lyrics. The entire outro is also great, simultaneously angry and poetic, ugly and beautiful.

A&W. First off, Darlena Dubois was right. With that out of the way, I like the way she sings "I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine" or "I'm a princess, I'm divisive" or "Did you really think that anybody would think I didn't ask for it?". Lyrically speaking, I'm particularly fond of the entire third verse. Also the Jimmy stuff adds a big extra layer to everything.

Venice Bitch. This was the first Lana song I heard, but I didn't like it at first, I don't know why. Now though, it's just so atmospheric and immersive and relaxing, it's big in the same way that tracks like BTD and Honeymoon are big, in the same way that genres like neofolk and doom metal are big, I can almost taste it when I listen.

Get Free. Another top five lyricism. I love the echo-y vocals, I love the entire chorus, "Sometimes I feel like I've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off but I keep riding this ride", one of her many tracks that are against the music industry and the general corruption of the world. "This is my commitment, my modern manifesto, I'm doing it for all of us who never got the chance"

Honorable mentions to Freak, Hope, and Dealer, among others

It's not as long or in depth as it should be, I wanted to get this done before the other, much longer essay so I wrote it a little quickly. Apologies, and additional apologies for being several days late.

[mykingdommusic]

CULTUS SANGUINE "Through The Years Of Sombre (XXX Anniversary)"

I have always considered CULTUS SANGUINE one of those groups capable of going beyond the simple musical aspects. Like very few others, they are a unique band, capable of standing out among thousands and above all having their own sound, a sort of trademark that allows them to be recognizable after two notes. I still remember when I received the Season Of Mist promo for their second full-length "The Sum Of All Fears" which on the back said: "Since 1993, Cultus Sanguine supplies the underground with the most suicidal, darkest Metal. Before Gothic Metal became nice and gentle, they stole the essence of the most depressed Goth-Wave, adding them to their Metal roots The result is an insult to your sanity and nothing will cushion your fall...". Words carved as if on a tombstone, a sort of manifesto of intent that immediately allowed you to enter into something totally different from the masses and absolutely unique.

Personally, I loved them for some characteristics which, going beyond the sound and the purely artistic aspect, reached me as a young lover of dark themes, in a direct way.  The name first of all. At the time I deeply loved everything that was linked to the world of vampirism both in a philosophical, literary and artistic sense, so I came across a group, mostly Italian, called CULTUS SANGUINE, and therefore directly related to that world. It was a source of curiosity and incredible attraction for me. All this has not faded over time and simply the magic of their music made me go beyond that simple curiosity to arrive at a real passion for one of the bands that most marked my musical growth in those years.

CULTUS SANGUINE were born in 1993 thanks to Joe Ferraro (Ferghieph) and Roberto Mammarella (Aqua Regis) subsequently joined by Vito Rizzi (Custos Arckanorum) and Mauro Berchi (Ouranos) to complete the line-up. The band's first recordings immediately became a cult object in the Underground, first in Italy and then in Europe, until the recording of the band's first official demo "Official Rehearsal '94", a 3-track produced in 500 copies and sold out within a few months. Wounded Love at this point printed the demo on MCD with the addition of an intro and released it in 1995.

This is the moment in which I meet the Milanese band. I had heard about them in the community but I hadn't yet listened to them except on a few rare occasions at the house of my friend Gianluca Coppola, a great collector of demos at the time. We are talking about the mid-90s and precisely 1995 when the "Cultus Sanguine" EP, produced by Wounded Love, arrived on my table. It was an album with an extremely fascinating cover, a piece of "Philosophy final state" by Gustav Klimt, a mysterious, desperate and classy work of a kind there were few at the time. Inside there were 4 songs in which the melodic and melancholic elements typical of Doom Metal, the dark magic and atmospheres of Gothic Metal and the morbidity and the evil of Black Metal were mixed in a unique way, still a little rough perhaps, but extremely true and sincere. The arpeggiated melodic structures, the slow, almost dark rhythms, the chilling atmospheres of the entire EP and Joe's painful, evocative, at times acid and full of deep sadness voice, entered your soul and didn't leave you for a moment those 20 minutes or so of music that marked the band's recording debut.

The spark had been lit, the darkness had been torn apart by a flash that crossed the Italian musical panorama, CULTUS SANGUINE established themselves as one of the most appreciated realities of the extreme scene. The echo of their fame intensified even more when the Polish label Morbid Noizz released the four songs of the EP as a split tape with that "Through Chasm, Caves And Titan Woods" by the Norwegian band CARPATHIAN FOREST, a tape reissue which brought them even more on everyone's lips at a European level. All this increased the success of a band that with just 3 songs plus an intro had made itself known internationally for the originality, personality and magic of its sound.

At this point the doors towards the long-distance debut are increasingly opening. A three-piece promo is recorded with the entry into the line-up of Daniele Bovo (Rex Nebulah) on keyboards who replaces Mauro, who returned full time to his Ras Algethi (Canaan shortly thereafter) and to his Eibon Records . That promo will allow them to reach Candlelight Records (the label at the time of people such as Emperor, Opeth, Decomposed, Beyond Dawn) and above all to celebrate one of the most beautiful debuts born in Italy in those years. I'm obviously talking about "Shadows' Blood", released by the English label in the autumn of 1997, an album that marked the extreme scene, not only in Italy. I believe that this first chapter of ours can be described as one of those releases that in one way or another have given a significant turning point to the way of understanding extreme music. Doom joined Gothic Metal and merged into a black soul, a direct daughter of Black Metal and Dark Metal to make it a unique, morbid genre, made up of atmospheres, rhythms that were not prodigious but capable, thanks above all to the dynamics of Joe's voice, of drawing a path followed by dozens and dozens of other bands from that moment on.

The distribution and promotion of Candlelight brought them to the forefront of the European scene, the excellent reviews they received allowed them to work quickly and calmly on the new album which would be recorded shortly thereafter. In the meantime, Federico Rebusso and Fabrizio Cislaghi joined the band in place of Roberto and Vito and with Luca Difato they began recording the successor to "Shadows' Blood", that is, "The Sum Of All Fears" which would establish them as a point firm and essential in the European musical panorama. The contract with the then emerging but already established French label Season Of Mist gives them new enthusiasm and new credit thanks to an incredibly mature, compact and powerful album, but with a distinctive sign that has always characterized their music and here elevated to Art. I'm talking about the pain and the melancholic and suffering vein of their compositions. "The Sum Of All Fears" is made up of 9 small black diamonds that dig into your soul, leaving a wound that has never been so pleasant and longed for, a true hymn to suffering.

The following months led the band to have increasingly massive recording commitments. The first was a split with the French band SETH in the CD "War Vol. III" and subsequently resumed in "Collateral Damage - Complete War Series" with in addition to SETH also ...AND OCEANS, BLOODTHORN, ANATA and BETHZAIDA. Here our band try their hand not only at a cover of the French band, but also with a revisitation of the DEPECHE MODE classic "Behind The Wheel".

The result, as I was saying, was a new fame which, however, clashed with a greater commitment from the band even to the detriment of personal commitments and extra-musical activities. Speaking to Joe he told me: "The commitment and dedication required grew more and more, and often took over the artistic aspect, the free time and the personal needs that each of us had, so at the end of 2001 we decided that it was time to break up the band and go our separate ways."

And so it was... 2001 marks the beginning of a long, incredibly long silence. For almost 20 years just nothingness, emptiness, absence, apparent death. Well yes, apparently, because the CULT was not dead... In 2018 it resurrects from the darkness, and in 2021 it emits its first cry, the split with BLACK OATH which recovers a couple of the band's classics and in 2022 the reissue on tape of the first demos on Mistica Funebre Productions.  They were preparing to emerge from oblivion, digging slowly with their hands like a dead man who is not dead does from his coffin. And this is how on September 1, 2023 CULTUS SANGUINE reopen the curtain that had closed years before and do so with "Dust Once Alive", an exceptional album as if the years had not passed, starting directly from where they stopped , celebrating darkness like no other.

You know the rest well, CULTUS SANGUINE are back and I'm happy to have the opportunity to celebrate their 30 years of history with this celebratory box because CULTUS SANGUINE have crossed these 3 decades in an original and personal way, representing a cult band for many Doom, Gothic and Black Metal fans around the world. We are publishing a true musical manifesto, a sound testimony to the history of Italian extreme music, a musical and non-musical treasure chest, a unique work that wants to celebrate darkness... "Through The Years Of Sombre (XXX Anniversary)".

Ladies and gentlemen, CULTUS SANGUINE!

"Shadows'Blood"                                                 originally released in the fall of 1997 by Candlelight Records

Tracklist: 1. The Calling Illusion 2. Il Sangue 3. Shadows' Blood 4. We Have No Mother 5. The Graves Forgot My Name 6. Lady Of Lies 7. On These Nocturnal Wings 8. Le Tombe 9. Silent Tunes Of Falling Blood 10. Among Shadows

Line-up: Ferghieph - voices Aqua Regis - guitars, bass Rex Nebulah - keyboards Custos Arcanorum - drums

Recorded during April Anno 1997 at Settenote Studio, MediolanuM Recorded and produced by Roberto Broggi, Danilo Cavalli and Cultus Sanguine

The cover image of a child inside a small coffin immediately projects you into what will be the communicative mood of the entire CULTUS SANGUINE debut album, that is, darkness and pain, fear and mystery, emotion and atmospheres.  We start with Rex Nebulah's keyboards that introduce us to the delirium of "The Calling Illusion", that is, the opening of a seal that reveals how arcane and primitive will soon be presented in front of us, an album capable to envelop you in its own halo of mystical magic and horrifying pain. Ten pearls which, starting from music made of atmospheres, foggy settings and terrifying images, manage to take you into a dreamlike dimension and, without you realizing it, you find yourself submerged in a halo of black soot as if you were coming from the deepest of the Underworld. We move from the aforementioned "The Calling Illusion" to the now classic "Il Sangue" with its martial intro and the obsessive call of the red lifeblood, up to the title track "Shadows' Blood" capable with its menacing pace of transport you to strange eons where light rarely peeks. We move on to "We Have No Mother", daughter of the musical moment that merged Black Dark and Gothic with a more sustained pace and the evident reference to the Anglo-Saxon world. The beauty of "The Graves Forgot My Name" has very little to envy of people like CELTIC FROST, a seminal band for their music. Darkness is queen again in the horrifying lines of "Lady Of Lies" and even more so in "On These Nocturnal Wings" with Joe on the shields for interpretation and evoked magic. The album ends in a splendid way with the triptych "Le Tombe", a sick dirge, "Silent Tunes Of Falling Blood" a slow ride, full of gothic atmospheres, to arrive at the death of "Among Shadows" pure fog made magic, magic become sound. An album that undoubtedly marks a historical period and for many Italian bands and not a point of reference that will influence dozens of musicians for their music, their attitude and their ability to be precursors and magnificent interpreters of a genre that was just exploded.

"The Sum Of All Fears" originally released in December 1999 by Season Of Mist

1. The Sum Of All Fears 2. Verrà Il Tempo Dei Morti 3. Dominatress 4. Highest Depression 5. The Future Unveiled 6. A Grave Upon Mankind 7. In The Days Of Sombre 8. Ultima Madre 9. As A Funeral Inside

Line-up: Joe F. - voices Federico - guitars Daniele - keyboards Fabrizio - drums Bass by Luca Difato Vocals Incantations on 'Ultima Madre' by Asmod XI Vulgar

Recorded at Malibù Studio, MediolanuM on sombre days during March 1999 A.D. Decadently engineered and mixed by Andrea Giudici & Cultus Sanguine Darkly mastered at Elettroformati

The first notes of a creepy keyboard are enough to understand that the world of the successor to "Shadows' Blood", with the evocative title "The Sum Of All Fears", is just as dark, gloomy and full of gothic magic as the debut was by CULTUS SANGUINE. But now the sound becomes more mature, the compositional aspect more personal and original, Joe's vocal approach becomes something sublime which over the years will find few equals for rawness, intensity and interpretation, the entry into the band of Federico, Fabrizio and Luca make it more powerful in the rhythms which here take on a fundamental role with the identifying atmospheres created by Daniele. The album unfolds through nine gems, many of which will be the protagonists of the band's live performances starting from the intense title track up to the incredible "Verrà Il Tempo Dei Morti", one of the most beautiful, most painful, deepest songs never composed in Italy. From magic we move on to the pain and extremism of "Dominatress", very blackish with a very powerful and delirious rhythm that transports you directly into the pure Doom of "Highest Depression", a song that kidnaps you and takes you into ecstasy. It is "The Future Unveiled" that accompanies you in the second part of the album with a very oriental pace in some ways and a carpet of keyboards on which Federico draws really interesting melodic lines, while "A Grave Upon Mankind" takes you back into the darkness with a sung truly full of deep pain and suffering.  The final triptych is absolutely thrilling: "In The Days Of Sombre" hypnotizes you, it's intense Doom with flashes of Gothic Black and a Dark interlude that makes your skin crawl; "Last Mother" is the lullaby to Death; "As A Funeral Inside" is the last station of a Via Crucis that has remained in the history of extreme music, not only Italian, but I dare say international, without being denied.

"Dust Once Alive" originally released on September 1st, 2023 by BadMoodMan Music

1. Facing Vulture Season 2. Dust Once Alive 3. Sister Solitude Saves 4. Delusion Grandeur 5. Forgiving Is Human 6. The Greatest Of Nothing 7. An Uncried Funeral 8. Gli Uomini Vuoti 9. Days Fall From Life

Line-up: Joe Ferraro - voices Federico Rebusso - guitars Daniele Bovo - keyboards Fabrizio Cislaghi - drums Luca Difato - bass

Recorded and mixed by Carlo Meroni at ADSR Studio, Busto Arsizio (VA) - IT Additional mixing and mastering by Danilo Di Lorenzo at MoonHouse Studio, Milano - IT

For any other band, twenty-one years of absence would absolutely mean the death, not only of the project, but I dare say also of the compositional vein that characterized the band at the end of the previous century. In the case of CULTUS SANGUINE it is as if the five members of the band had entered a cryogenic system which had preserved their characteristics, magic and compositional abilities, making them even more unique, personal and incredible. In fact, age has acted with them like with wine... it has simply made them better. The silence that lasted over two decades is broken with one of the most violent and extreme songs recorded by the band, "Facing Vulture Season" which tells us that in the album we are going to listen to, no prisoners will be taken. But it is the subsequent title track that reminds us where CULTUS SANGUINE come from, that is, from a sick and perverse combination of Doom, Gothic, Dark and sonic extremism. With "Sister Solitude Saves" we return to the world of the dead with a slow and scary pace, over seven minutes of dark, slow riffing and cemetery atmospheres that cannot leave us indifferent. "Delusion Grandeur" instead takes us back to more extreme territories with a Death Doom riffing and Daniele's piano which increasingly draws a parallel world made of faint lights illuminating the abyss.  The album continues in its solemn intensity with another hymn to death, "Forgiving Is Human" which is made unique by Joe's interpretation who without any restraint decides that your kingdom is the Underworld and that's where he takes you. The journey continues with the Emperoriana "The Greatest Of Nothing", a sublime song, without a doubt a great song in terms of composition and realization.  "An Uncried Funeral" celebrates the magic of pain, while "The Empty Men" had the task of describing the tragedy of man's uselessness in the face of Death. Closing the comeback of the Lombard band is "Days Fall From Life", a march towards the unknown, towards oblivion, towards hopefully a new chapter in the discography of a band that for too long has guiltily not made itself heard but now more who is never present and above all capable of creating true masterpieces of Dark Art.

JOE FERRARO

Alias: Joe F, Ferghieph Instrument played: Voice Equipment used: Shure sh 55 Which other bands do you play or have played with: only CULTUS SANGUINE Favorite CULTUS SANGUINE song: "Dust Once Alive", "Il Sangue", "Highest Depression" 3 fundamental albums: CELTIC FROST "To Mega Therion", WASP "WASP", DEVIL DOLL "Eliogabalus" 3 seminal bands: CELTIC FROST, CHRISTIAN DEATH, DEVIL DOLL Favorite writer/poet: Scerbanenco, Ellis, Baudelaire Favorite film: Nosferatu , The devil's house What CULTUS SANGUINE represent for you: The darkness in music shared between friends, the possibility of venting negativity in music, and lastly a band always recognizable for its musical, visual and lyrical characteristics.

DANIELE BOVO Alias: Rex Nebulah Instrument played: Keyboards Equipment used: Gem WX2 and Yamaha MoxF Which other bands do you play or have played with: MonumentuM and Northgate Favorite CULTUS SANGUINE song: "The Calling Illusion" 3 essential albums: BLACK SABBATH "Vol. 4", ANGEL WITCH "Angel Witch", DEATH SS "The Story Of Death SS" 3 seminal bands: BLACK SABBATH, DEEP PURPLE, URIAH HEEP Favorite writer/poet: H. P. Lovecraft Favorite film: "The Omen" (1976) What CULTUS SANGUINE represent for you: A way of expressing my emotions, my feelings and my moods.

LUCA DIFATO

Alias: Lux Fatum Instrument played: Bass Equipment used: Fender Jazz USA Élite 5, Maruszczyk Elwood Absolution 5, Sivcak OSC II 5 custom, Mayones Jabba Classic 5, Tribe SF 5 custom; Ampeg SVT V-4B 100W head, Ampeg SVT 112-AV cabinet; Warwick Rockboard Quad 4.2, MOD 1 V2 patchbay, Palmer PWT12 and a set of 11 analog pedals. What other bands do you play or have played with: Ophidian, Wake Arkane. Live with Lacuna Coil, Ulver. In the studio: Muse, Lacuna Coil, Node, Ermetica End, Thou Ask Divinity, Cretura. Favorite CULTUS SANGUINE song: "Shadow's Blood" 3 seminal albums: IRON MAIDEN "Powerslave", METALLICA "Master Of Puppets", OZZY OSBOURNE "Diary Of A Madman" 3 seminal bands: LED ZEPPELIN, BLACK SABBATH, DEEP PURPLE Writer/poet Favorite: Edgar Allan Poe Favorite film: "Profondo Rosso" by Dario Argento

What CULTUS SANGUINE represent for you: It is the perfect combination of my favorite genres and on an imaginary level the dark and decadent vision that I love to find in films, books and paintings of the genre. I believe that with "The Sum Of All Fears" and with "Dust Once Alive" we managed to effectively synthesize the stylistic peculiarity of each of us, maintaining the poetic matrix of the band, already defined since the beginning and especially in "Shadow's Blood", album I love.

FEDERICO REBUSSO Alias: Aurian Instrument played: Guitar Equipment used: Gibson Les Paul Standard, Mayones Regius 7, Ibanez JS, Charvel DK24, Line6 Helix, Peavey Ultra 120, Brunetti Cab What other bands do you play or have played with: Ancient Poetry, Crown Of Autumn Favorite CULTUS SANGUINE song: "Dust Once Alive" 3 seminal albums: PARADISE LOST "Draconian Times", MY DYING BRIDE "The Angel And The Dark River", ANATHEMA "The Silent Enigma" 3 seminal bands: THE 3RD AND THE MORTAL , DIARY OF DREAMS, CANDLEMASS Favorite writer/poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley Favorite film: Inception / Interstellar

What CULTUS SANGUINE represent for you: Musical originality, friendship.

FABRIZIO CISLAGHI Alias: Nox Perpetua Instrument played: Drums Equipment used: Pearl Master Custom - 3 toms set (8",10",12"), bass drum (22"), 1 floor tom (16"). Zildjian Cymbals: 3 Crash, 2 Splash, 1 Ride, 1 china, 1 Hi Hat, Dw 9002 twin pedals and 14"x 8" Pearl free floating snare drum Which other bands do you play or have played with: Cultus Sanguine, Macbeth, Ancient Poetry, Fading Entity, Exhumation, Cruella Demon, Black Truth Favorite CULTUS SANGUINE song: "As A Funeral Inside" 3 seminal albums: MEGADETH "Rest In Peace", DEATH "Individual Though Patterns", IRON MAIDEN "Piece Of Mind" 3 seminal bands: MR. BIG, VAN HALEN, WHITESNAKE Favorite writer/poet: James Ellroy Favorite movie: "Eyes Wide Shut" What CULTUS SANGUINE means to you: A safe place to exorcise the nihilism that pervades everyday life with a group of good friends.

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After 24 years CEMETERY OF SCREAM is back

FFO: Paradise Lost, Crematory, Anathema, Sirrah͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌ ͏‌  CEMETERY OF SCREAM – pioneers of atmospheric doom/gothic metal is back after 24 years with new studio album “Oceans” New album of Polish band CEMETERY OF SCREAM. More info below. This record is a must to hear for fans of bands such as Paradise Lost, Anathema, Crematory and Sirrah.   Cemetery Of Scream is one of the leading pioneers of atmospheric doom metal in Poland. Formed in 1992, this band has so far recorded eight studio releases and played plenty of big and small concerts, all of which have always received favourable responses from audiences and music critics alike – both in Poland and abroad.    Cemetery of Scream in their works deal with issues such as the apocalypse, depression, melancholy or sadness. Their latest album “Oceans” was released November 3, 2023 by Sleaszy Rider Records and its concept musically combines the best elements of gothic and doom metal together. CD you can buy at Bandcamp and webstore as well as directly from the band.   Music was recorded at FPGS Studio in Cracow except drums which was recorded at Studio 67 in Cracow by Dominik Burzym (Mord’a’Stigmata, Horrorscope). All was engineered by Piotr Łabuzek. Mix and mastering was done by Jarosław Baran (Darzamat, Delight, Paradise Lost, Virgin Snatch). Cover artwork by DIA & Michał Zakrzewski. New album is available at all majors streaming platforms: • Youtube https://youtu.be/t1BNaD-roew • Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/0zsoZCi9Vi78YucdPhGgX1 • Bandcamp sleaszyrider.bandcamp.com/album/cemetery-of-scream-oceans Tracklist: 1. Oceans 2. In the Blue 3. Along the Coast 4. Sunken Bells on Num-Yabisc 5. Aquarius 6. House of the Fading Sun 7. Time to Let You Go 8. Full of Stars 9. Opening of the Mouth 10. September Folk 11. I Shine 12. Final Experience 13. Everything Rhymes Goodnight   Line-up: Katarzyna Rutkowska – keyboard Marcin Piwowarczyk – guitar Grzegorz Królik – bass Olaf Różański – vocals Paweł Gólarczyk – guitars Tomasz Rutkowski – drums & guitar Additional Musicians Marta Mucha – vocals Piotr Łabuzek – synthesiser & sampling   SOCIAL MEDIA Facebook | Spotify | YouTube

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Bristol Doomers TORPOR Share Massive 3rd LP ‘Abscission’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

TORPOR hail from Bristol and took part in Doomed & Stoned in England, a sweeping survey of the country that gave birth to doom, contributing their track "Agalma." Sadly, we've never featured the doom-drone trio in these pages properly, though the band has persevered to release their third full-length record. We'll try to make up for lost time with a review of 'Abscission' (2023) and an advance listen for you all, as well.

First track "Interior Gestures" fights with screeching feedback for a few seconds and it’s almost like a brain cleanse. Then we encounter a smokey, dimly lit basement of sound that envelops the consciousness. Drums and strings collide for some damning opening notes. It’s a sound that seems to emanate the true nature of reality as it ripples past your eardrums. It's a near 11-minute piece that features a beautiful mid-section of contemplative strumming and picking against a pacing percussive rhythm. Gradually and true to the band's name, the walking pace slows to an ambient hum. The drone is godly here, with signals that practically massaged my cerebral cortex, and is coupled with text spoken in an almost dreamlike fashion.

"As Shadow Follows Body" is likely a reference to the sayings of Buddha (as we think, so we become). This is the sort of riff worship where the guitars are tuned way down, obsessed with low notes and angry notions. As I listen, I'm drawn to the opening paragraph of Philip K. Dick's Pay For The Printer: "Ash, black, and desolate, stretched out on both sides of the road. Uneven heaps extended as far as the eye could see -- the dim ruins of buildings, cities, a civilization -- a corroded planet of debris, wind-whipped black particles of bone and steel and concrete mixed together in an aimless mortar." As with its predecessor, this song dons a quiet section, and it's a brief respite from the storm. Then haunting ancient voices awe us from the charcoal skies, whilst the guitar's tremolo notes summon ashen rain; the drums pounding thunder.

Third track "Accidie" conjures such beautiful despair, in the groaning of the guitar, the oppressive thumping of the drums. The song title alludes to a state of apathy and mental fog; the album title to the way dead leaves detach from a tree. Speaking of trees, the album cover seems to put two different materials at odds with one another. On the right hand side, we have wood; on the left not merely stone, but concrete -- a hallmark of this fast encroaching concrete jungle. It seems to make a statement about the natural coming at odds with the artificial. Indeed, the band's name implies that everything is running down, getting slower, becoming weaker in this world of ours. There is a sense of despondency in Torpor's words and symbols that resonate as authentic and relatable to our times. Meanwhile, throaty vocals roar through the snowstorm of fuzz. As in so many of their songs, rhythm rules the day and escorts us to a mess of haze and feedback and muffled yelling that leads into the next track.

"Carbon" feels truly savage in this company. It's a rip-roarer with nothing but chaos to offer. Guitars assail us with dissonance, and a black metal aesthetic takes control of the piece. But soon the noisy swarm is quieted and contrasted with softer, haunting vocals, then guttural growls melt us into a muddle of sludge.

With "Island of Abandonment," Torpor goes for epic sound. But to start, it's in a post-metal delirium, with ambient vibrations and the gentle, hypnotic strumming of a single note. Rising tensions release with big drumming, brash cymbals, raspy vocals, steely riffage, and ample swaths of fuzz.

Despite its sinister and depressive gloom, there is a warmness that pervades Torpor's Abscission that I found easy to relax into (especially with headphones). I've given the album several listens and it's got great staying power. Out September 16th on Human Worth Records (pre-order here). Stick it on a playlist with Primitive Man, Body Void, Conan, Undersmile, and Heavy Death.

Give ear...

Abscission by TORPOR

Upcoming Tour Dates with Modern Technology

OCT 12th - Moor Beer Vaults, London W/ Remote Viewing

OCT 13th - The Port Mahon, Oxford W/ Prey + Holy Wounds

OCT 14th - Hope & Ruin, Brighton* W/ Beehoover + Human Leather

OCT 15th - The Lanes, Bristol W/ The Malefic Grip

NOV 10th - Chameleon Arts Cafe, Nottingham Supports TBC

NOV 11th - Human Worth All-Dayer, Wharf Chambers, Leeds W/ Beige Palace, Grub Nap, Friend and more.

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Out now on bandcamp! @anochtband & @klavierkrieger EXPERIMENTAL DEPRESSIVE BLACK METAL MIXES Single Split EP on @yadim_bodhi.108 that features Depressive XDoomedgeX Drones mix with each song by XNeZeNX ( @bodhi_ryuchai)

There will be a CD of the EP out in Mid-February.

Bandcamp link: https://108yadimsrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/experimental-depressive-black-metal-mixes

HAIL DSBM HAIL THE DARKNESS DOOM//DRONE

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RECKLESS MANSLAUGHTER: Kicking off the last mix of September with some DEATH METAL from Germany. These brutal barbarians have been making tunes since 2008. This track is from a split release with DEPRESSION (the band not the reality) from back in March of this year. They got a new album coming out soon! Uncredited old god splitting the earth to let out all the weird vibes on this cover art sets the tone for this whole thing.

SKELETAL AUGURY: Another band that's been making evil music since 2008 up next but this one is from Beijing, China. BLACK/THRASH METAL that will kick your ass and if this is one band from the Chinese metal underground I would love to hear many more! This is the first new release from the band in 10 years. Fantastic interdimensional floating god's head ball war cover art by 姚威/杨光. Track title translates as "Dervish in Cold Woods"

CAVE BEAST: Rolling on with the BLACK METAL we've got this "anti-psychiatric blackened punk" from a one person band in Nottingham, New Hampshire. The sounds of your psyche crumbling to pieces along the side of the road as you wait for the inevitable end to come.

MOURNFUL RUIN: Now on to some DEATH/SLUDGE METAL from Colorado. Get high on your own supply and fall into the depths to remain forever among the nameless gods of a sweaty practice space (watch out for the smells). Spooky crypt on the cover is where the band practices by the way.

GORGERIN: DEATH METAL or GOREGRIND you be the judge with this next track from Québec City, Québec. Released by the purveyors of putrid puke at GURGLING GORE this shit here has both sounds in steady supply. Complete with dead body collage cover art you know what you're in for with this one.

ABSCHWÖRZUNGE: Here we have the first of two tracks in a more "experimental" style. This first track is a rapid onslaught of rabbit punches to the DEATH METAL kidneys followed up with a straight drop to the concrete. A swarm of riffs and thudding drums scatters across our ears and leaves us a dollop on the ground like this cover art by Stefan Thanneur.

ZVYLPWKUA: Swarming and indistinguishable fretwork in this DEATH/BLACK METAL on the second track of the "experimental" block. Way back in the day when this show started out it featured more harsh and evil sounding music of all sorts - not just metal. This track would have fit in perfectly then and I think it fits in just fine now as well. This band features musicians from both the UK and the YOU ESS AYE and no I have no idea how to pronounce the band name either.

CRYPT OF REASON: Closing out the mix this week with DEATH/DOOM METAL from Belarus. A lot of my videos get banned in Belarus and I gotta do my part to support the bands there to off set the censorship. The third band in the mix that has been around since 2008. This recording was crafted from demos made with their friend and fellow bandmate who passed away in 2016. The band carried on and is releasing this first album as tribute to their memory. Massive psychological horror sounds crush us all into stardust to live among the sky dwellers once more like this cover art by Lenore Ani.

THAT'S ALL THIS WEEK! LET FOLKS KNOW WHAT YOU LIKED IN THE REBLOGS AND COMMENTS OKAY THANKS

THE GRIND - 9/27/24 MIX (HARVEST THE DIVINE)

Last show of SEPTEMBER is live FRIDAY 8PM EST

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔢 𝔒 𝔑𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 - 𝔅𝔢 𝔐𝔶 𝔇𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔰

[hellonoblesky]

hi dovie im writing that fanfic where albatross sneaks into soukokus bed. i need to know what his terrors would be about (im giving you a "PLEASE GIVE ME A CHARACTER ANALYSIS IM BEGGING YOU" look rn btw)

LOVe. LOVELOVE LVOE PEACE AND LOVE MWAH MWAH

SO. So. In the Trainwreck Trio au Albatross is the sole survivor of Verlaine's killing of the Flags, yeah? So he has nightmares n stuff from That alongside survivor's guilt, and a feeling of inadequacy because he couldn't save Doc who was the one person he really did think he saved there, and also bc they teased him for not being very smart all the time so he's like "AUGH why do I get to survive but all the smarter people died?? I'm not worth this, god DAMMIT" <- Which feeds into his nightmares and terrors, really sending him into a silly doom spiral of The Horrors

BUT ALSO the only reason Albatross even SURVIVES Verlaine's onslaught is that in this au Wollstonecraft was on standby for repairs for Adam, so Adam calls her and is like "HEY I THINK VERLAINE JSUT FUCKING MAIMED ALL OF CHUUYAS FRIENDS GO?? CHECK ON THEM PLEASE AND THANK YOU" so she goes in there with a team and they re-stabilize Albatross literally by having to move the majority of his organs and internal functioning system into a metal vessel and then working circutry and robotics through him so he's functional enough to pass as a normal person (given that no one pays attention to or makes contact to any part of him lower than his chest because it is Metal you knock on that man's stomach you hear Clanging)

^ This is important because alongside the Terrors and Horrors of watching pretty much his entire found family get torn apart right in front of him, Albatross begins a spiral into a state of questioning his personal humanity, the thought of "I should be dead I should be dead I'm not dead because of these machines in me I'm part of a machine now am I a Person anymore??"

Which feeds into a self-isolation that was originally fueled by his survivor's guilt and probably PTSD, because now he's like "Oh. oh those are normal people I don't think i. i deserve that. ok. hm. ok i'm leaving now."

AND TO HIM. TO HIM?? CHUUYA AND DAZAI BOTH FALL UNDER THE CATEGORY OF HUMAN. HE LOOKS AT THEM AND HE'S LIKE "Yeah... there they are,,, just normal guys..... not exactly the normallest of guys but they're more people than I am i think,,"

So, you remember that one post about dead albatross symbolysm? The kin awakening one? Yeah so the frantic sobbing-so-hard-he-can't-breath breakdown I mentioned he probably had at the end of that? That's like, within the AU timeline, so it's like

>SB Events >The Horrors (Self-Isolation Version) >Breakdown/Tipping Point (Catalyst for him being able to Begin to return to regularly interacting with people, starting w Chuuya) >The Horrors Pt2 (Adjusting to everything) <- This is the stage where the drawing I did takes place in! He's too unstable to just be able to Ask to stay over but he figures if he can Sneak in then it's fine >Dark Era (He's a lot better at this point but also he has an episode about Dazai leaving because Losing People Doesn't Go Over Well With Him) >Current day (Epic Gamer moment)

ANYWAY so the Terrors and Horrors you want to go for for ur fic are probably feelings of like. Feeling lost and struggling to find closeness but also being so close and Needing that closeness to someone, an unhealthy dose of anxiety but specifically the anxiety you feel when it's mixed with depression so it's anxiety but somehow?? Slower. Like it's definitely Anxiety but mixing it with Depression made it's constancy thicker so it's less a "fidget nervous gotta run gotta go fear fear fear" feeling and more of a "the swamp is swallowing me and the branch is just out of reach but if i can just move a little to the side here jsut a little", if that ??? Makes sense??

TL:DR: Survivor's guilt and a feeling of displacement. Horrors and terrors of the Depression stage of grief mixed with Anxiety

AND if you have other questions I can answer them :)!!!!!!!<333

[jeminy3]

old archie x maxie (hardenshipping) doodles i never posted, from 2017 or 2018. they were related to some of the doodles in this post.

I have a lot of unpublished drawings of these guys, and i never did elaborate on my headcanons for them. The truth is, I was (and still kinda am) very anxious and embarrassed about this fixation, probably because it centers around villains and “woobifies” them, but also because after playing and researching more into ORAS, i discovered that my personal canon was contradicted by actual canon and i felt invalidated.

For the sake of posterity, I’ll summarize my old headcanons below. (It’s still pretty long, ugh)

A grunt in Team Magma’s hideout says that Archie and Maxie “used to be on the same team.” In canon, this probably implies that they worked together on New Mauville, Sea Mauville, or another unnamed project, depending on how old they are and how long ago those projects started and ended.

However, like many other fans, I thought this meant they used to be in Team Rocket together, and I elaborated an entire backstory based on that:

+ Maxie and Archie were part of a group of Rocket recruits attempting to start a branch of Team Rocket in the Hoenn Region. The project failed because soon after they arrived, Giovanni was defeated in Kanto and officially dissolved Team Rocket, causing a schism to form within the Hoenn team over whether to give up the project or not. This eventually lead to the team splintering into two factions, one lead by Maxie and the other lead by Archie, which eventually grew and rebranded themselves into Team Magma and Team Aqua.

-Maxie and Archie met and connected enough to start dating, though they were emotionally dysfunctional. As problems arose and the Team began to splinter, their relationship also broke down and their separation was very messy.

Maxie clung to the ambition of staying in Hoenn and building up the Team as a paragon of human industry, pushing away Archie and anyone else he deemed as “not useful.”

Archie also wanted to make the Team work, but not in the way Maxie and his side wanted, at the expense of nature. Archie felt hurt and betrayed as Maxie pushed him away and disagreed with him, making him contradict and lash out at Maxie even more.

This all culminated in a huge fight between Archie and Maxie and their respective sides, involving both Pokemon battling and actual fist-fighting. Local authorities were called in, causing the teams to scatter, but not before Archie and Maxie promised to face each other again, reforging themselves as bitter rivals.

-- Maxie

+ Maxie is (the pokemon equivalent of) German/Japanese, and was born on Cinnabar Island. His birth name was Maximillian Matsubasa Von Brandt, but he prefers simply “Maxie”. He IDs as bigender, asexual and demi-homoromantic.

His father is a Kanto businessman named Masaru Matsubasa. His mother is from somewhere in or near Kalos, named Melissa Von Brandt. They were both wealthy and successful business people who frequently left on business trips, Masaru travelling between Kanto and Johto and Melissa to her home country.

Maxie was often left alone or with a nanny at home. He was well-provided for and self-sufficient, but he was lonely and emotionally stunted. He had a passion for geology and engineering, and showed interest in contributing to helping Cinnabar’s local issues, which were often tense because of the limited land space. Homelessness and unemployment were high, and development plans to alleviate these were stymied by parties who lobbied for the preservation of the local Pokemon wildlife by any means.

Maxie’s parents were skeptical of his choice in career but still supported him, if only half-heartedly. This lead Maxie to study Cinnabar’s volcano, which he found to be very much active and possibly dangerous. He developed a plan to build in and around the volcano in such a way that it would utilize extra space inside the mountain for housing/businesses and its magma for natural energy to power the city, possibly circumventing its eventual eruption.

He presented this plan to Cinnabar’s city council, but was practically laughed out of the meeting for such an ambitious and dangerous idea, especially by the wildlife parties. This damaged his reputation and caused him to be fired/demoted from his job. His parents reprimanded him, regretting their decision to support him.

Lost and disgusted with his life, Maxie found recruitment with Team Rocket and left Cinnabar to join their efforts on the mainland. When he presented his research to their higher-ups, they were impressed enough to pass it along to Giovanni himself, and Maxie ended up contributing to the construction of some of their underground lairs, like in Celadon City.

This also made him a prime candidate for the Rocket Hoenn project as a lead engineer and scientist, and he joined the project with high hopes.

+ His interest in Pokemon was soured by his past and usually only extends are far as his ambitions, which means he views Pokemon only as things that can be useful to whatever projects he’s working on, otherwise they are a nuisance. After becoming the leader of Team Magma and having to train a personal team to defend himself with, he warms up to Pokemon a bit more.

+ Maxie plays up his confidence and genius, but does have moments of crippling self-doubt and anxiety. Deep down, he’s socially awkward and has trouble expressing his feelings, tending to bottle things up until they spill out in moments of anger.

+ Maxie used to be a semi-heavy smoker in his youth to cope with his anxiety. After becoming the leader of Team Magma, his health was suffering and his grunts were visibly uncomfortable around him, so for the sake of his own health and that of his team, he quit, with help and advice from Courtney and Tabitha.

+ Maxie hates his parents and hasn’t contacted them since he left Cinnabar, which was over ten years ago by the end of ORAS events. He avoids them to the point that he uses a forged identity in Hoenn, named “Maxie Stormfront.” ‘Stormfront’ is a reference from one of his favorite metal bands, the Doom Hounds, because he is a nerd.

+ Years later, Cinnabar’s volcano did erupt and destroy the town, displacing its human population. Maxie has mixed feelings about this – he’s not sure if it’s righteous karma for the City Council rejecting his plans, or a sign that his old plans were doomed to failure and he was better off leaving Cinnabar after all.

-- Archie

+ Archie is (the pokemon equivalent of) Black/Hispanic and a Hoenn native. His birth name is Archibald Rodriguez. He IDs as a cis man (or trans?), pansexual and panromantic.

He was born to his father, Alexander Rodriguez and his mother, Alicia Fuentes (Rodriguez after marriage) in a small fishing town on one of Hoenn’s coasts, with its fishery being its only major industry. Most of its residents are middle-class or poor, and few members pursue an education after high school, usually joining the local fishing industry.

In his youth, Archie didn’t care much for school or work, preferring to spend his days playing with the local water Pokemon and his friends, Matt and Shelly. However, this exposed him to the effects that overfishing and pollution had on the local wildlife, and he eventually grew to want to pursue a career as a Veterinarian, specifically for water pokemon.

His parents didn’t believe he would be successful and his town had few resources to help him. The most he could do was research at the local library and a then-primitive internet.

Worse, his town was outright apathetic to the damage their industry was causing to the local wildlife because they depended on its capital to survive.

+A possible traumatic memory involves a young Archie nursing a sick Magikarp back to health for weeks, only to later discover it trapped in the nets of the fishery his father worked at, doomed to become food/products. When he attempted to cut the nets and save the Magikarp, his father restrained him and reprimanded him, claiming “it’s just a fish, boy! They’re all just stupid fish!”

Eventually, Archie was a depressed drifter in his 20s, unable to hold onto work and unable to afford to leave to a larger city. He often fought with his abrasive father and his mother was coddling, but unsupportive. This made Archie a prime candidate for Team Rocket recruiters as they arrived on Hoenn, promising a way out of his backwater town, decent pay, and a career where he’d be appreciated and be able to work with Pokemon to change the world.  He joined as a lowly Grunt, but was talented and well-respected within the Team.

-Archie has limited contact with his parents since he left home, only calling them once a year or so.

-Archie doesn’t like being referred to as his full name, it feels pretentious and brings back uncomfortable memories of his family.

+I used to headcanon Archie and Matt as biological brothers because of the “bro” thing, but I’m not sure about keeping that. If so, Matt’s name would be short for Matthias Rodriguez, because their parents liked pretentious names.

-Like some of his dialog implies, Archie is kind of depressed, pessimistic and cynical deep down, but hides it behind his boisterous, reckless attitude. At his worst, he’s downright bitter, uncaring of his own life or the lives of humanity in general, in favor of Pokemon.

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Cocytus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Wailing God by the people of Olympius

Man of Tears by Dione

Coco by Styx

Age- 50 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- Cocytus is very introverted, who's dealing with social anxiety, which is why he keeps his social circle small. He's soft spoken, eloquent, and sensitive to other people's emotions- especially sadness, depression, and misery. He’s single.

His namesake river is the coldest of the Underworld. Its waters are a grayish blue and it's also the one with the calmest currents.  It's also known as the River of Woe and it smells of sulfur.

As the Titan god of wailing and lamentation, his abilities include summoning and controlling Cocytean tin and hydrokinesis (as it pertains to his river). He can instinctively tell when a person is sad and he can create an invisible force field which can bring misery & images of one's deepest regrets to anyone that enters it and he has the ability of a powerful sonic scream. He also has the ability of crying inducement.

He lives in a simple log house that's painted grayish blue just off the shores of his river. There’s lots of leather and metal furniture- with many of his personal artwork decorating the walls.

Cocytus is a licensed therapist, mainly dealing with grief counseling. While his main office is in the Underworld, he mostly does video sessions with his patients, to put them at ease.

His go-to drink is an earl grey tea. He also enjoys roasted coffee, whiskey, ginger ale, and pomegranate wine.

Aside from surveying the perimeters of his river, Cocytus has a lot of free time to explore other pursuits. He's an avid fan of yoga. He's also gotten into art- painting and doing portraits specifically. His paintings often deal with dark themes and imagery like pain, anguish, identity, & woe, to name a few. His self portrait titled "The Many Faces of Misery" was so profound that Apollo personally asked if he could showcase it at NOMMA (New Olympus Museum of Modern Art). Cocytus has also gotten into music- transcribing, writing original pieces. He plays a variety of instruments, mainly the piano, cello, & the organ. He even wrote a piece of music for Hades inspired by Rhea, to help him deal with the conflicted feelings he has for her.

He appreciates the friendships he has individually with the other Underworld river gods- Phlegethon (Titan god of fire), Styx (Titaness of hatred), and Lethe (Titaness of forgetfulness, oblivion, & concealment). Cocytus is definitely closer to Acheron (Titan god of pain). The two of them once got drunk and high on a single bottle of black brandy and a joint of highly potent black opium.

He's also friends with Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Pathos (god of emotion), Moros (god of doom), Ananke (goddess of inevitability, compulsion, & necessity), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Oizys (goddess of anxiety, misery, & depression), Androktasia (Andi) (goddess of battlefield slaughter), and Penia (goddess of poverty).

Cocytus has recently developed an online friendship with Ptocheia (goddess of beggary).

He's grown quite fond of Acheron's son Ascalaphus, who's his nonós. As a new University freshman, Cocoytus helps him with his gothic literature class.

Cocytus is currently not looking for a romantic relationship, stating that "misery takes up most of my time." At one point he was made aware of Lethe's feelings for him, but things didn't go further, mostly due to her odd reaction towards him telling her about his asexuality.

His all time favorite dessert is dark chocolate mousse. Cocytus also likes Nyx's nightshade berry baklava.

His favorite meal is a mixed greens salad (made with lettuce, cabbage, kale, broccoli, chopped carrots, and red onions), added with fresh oranges, topped off with sesame ginger salad dressing. He also likes fried brown rice.

"The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living."