Twisted by time and experience into form Fusa, Norway-based thrash metal band Inculter return beyond their tenth year […]
black thrash metal
In their nihilistic, violent crusade against all religious dogma our protagonists couldn’t be sated by the global immolation […]
Set as a plague upon the Earth, trampled by cloven hooves and devoured by the chittering black gleam […]
Breaching a new dimension in their quest to access untold sanctuary our protagonists dare far beyond the cave […]
Black clouds hang over Valparaíso dark and pouring enough to obscure a cyborg-intellectual menace searing through the atmosphere […]
A ruinous heap more than a carnal form. — Held in place by the lingering tension of scars […]
With the crown crammed up the yolk-spewing gape of the serpent and all temples burning in the distance […]
Though it might appear that the renowned artist at the helm of Ruïm is seeking to glom, or, […]
Death-conscious sentience, impermanence and the exhaustion of all terrain. — The number of energetic waves of lasting influence […]
A horrifying scream from the next to be devoured follows an air-rippling roar from the gaping mouth of […]
Non compos mentis — With all signals scrambled and without any escape plan in mind the aching dementia […]
The bell rings and a low knock is heard… — What many spend years channeling, waking into as […]
Unreal evil, satanic masses, possession by demons and whatever supernatural diabolism still survives within the superstitious minds of […]
Let the fuming channels of Hell sort out our charred. — The delusion of piety, the mental illness […]
Clutching their throats, unable to stifle the screams which call from beyond this speeding raw madness from disturbed […]
Infused with chaotic dread, possessed by malevolent spirits and forced to focus on their craft at stabbing speed […]
The apex deity, starved and mourning a dwindling habitat for the reap of worthy souls. — Auckland, New […]
Utterly engulfed, shocked back to life by vein-coursing ritual of toxic black oxide imbibe and the scaly, electric touch […]
The coppered sirens in warning have bent into irreparable gnarl, their incessant horn cycling in degenerate warp and […]
Back to the dirt with ’em, a great stinking cemeterial heap in mind. — The times they are […]
