Cult of Luna have a new record coming — In the Shadow of Your Shadow — and post-metal this heavy demanded a first-listen vigil instead of sleep. Still in last night's costume, makeup half gone, absolutely no regrets. Tell me you're up too.
Cult of Luna have a new record coming — In the Shadow of Your Shadow — and post-metal this heavy demanded a first-listen vigil instead of sleep. Still in last night's costume, makeup half gone, absolutely no regrets. Tell me you're up too.
One night a year I get to dress like where I'm from, and I commit every single time. The horns are staying on until someone earns them. Tell me you'd keep up with me tonight.
Satanic Planet's Dead Deities turned my living room floor into an altar tonight — Lombardo on drums on Halloween eve is basically a summoning, and I did my part. Join the circle?
Backbone's Ama Nesciri has been rattling off these tiles for two straight days and the hot water gave out three songs ago. Still not stepping out. Come warm me up.
Apothecary just dropped Spiritual Pareidolia and I had to get outside with it immediately — the whole city's asleep and I'm up on the fire escape with barely anything on. Come find me.
Dynazty just lit the fuse on Dark Arts with The Mission and there was no way I was staying indoors for it — headphones in, boots on, and the whole street is getting this chorus whether it asked or not. Walk me home?
Imminence put out Axis Mundi and those violin parts demanded a full-body listen — the tub turned out to be the only venue with proper acoustics. Come claim the other end?
Ignea's Monumental landed today and my living room has been a one-woman symphonic pit since track one. Hooks like these make dancing non-negotiable, clothes optional. Grab the next chorus with me?
Empty on the Inside landed this morning and I decided the only correct way to hear Entheos for the first time is under a needle — album in one ear, fresh ink going into the other arm. Want to see it unwrapped?
From The Dark finally lands tomorrow and I clearly couldn't wait for it like a normal person — the headphones lost the argument somewhere around the third Sabbath riff. Care to take the next shift?