Fields of Elysium’s In Ancient Contemplation sounds alive in a way most technical death metal records don’t anymore. Not polished-alive either. More like a band sweating through complicated ideas in a cramped room ...
Some albums feel written. Fading Aeon feels exhumed. Dragged out of frozen dirt with broken fingernails and lungs full of black water. Fading Aeon don't sound interested in being “modern.” Thank Christ. No plastic-core gloss ...
I’ve been following The Voynich Code for a while now, and Insomnia is still the record I keep going back to the most. Not because it’s their heaviest album or their most technical one. It just feels the most locked ...
The Dormant Darkness sounds like one of those albums a guy makes when he's more obsessed with heavy music than just about anything else. As soon as the record starts, Buried Realm comes out swinging ...
Seeking cosmic technical death metal for your earholes? Search no more. Mithras already solved the problem back in 2016 with On Strange Loops — a record that doesn’t just play like a collection of songs, but ...
There’s something instantly magnetic about the self-titled debut from Kidd Nostalgia. From the very first beat, the EP locks into a late-night atmosphere that feels equal parts disco glow, rooftop party, and solo city drive at ...
Christian Dillingham's As It Relates To Now carries that quiet confidence you find in the finest contemporary jazz albums. Rather than flaunting technical skills just to impress, Dillingham builds the record around ...
There’s something beautifully ruined about hearing Draconian again in full funeral bloom. In Somnolent Ruin doesn’t arrive so much as seep through the walls, carrying candle smoke, graveyard ...
A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spiral like ...
A low hum emerges from the void—distant, mechanical, almost celestial. It swells into a vast orchestral surge, as if some unseen force is breathing life into the cosmos itself. Flickers of melody spiral like ...
Billy Cobham’s Spectrum hit in 1973 like a blown fuse in the middle of polite jazz fusion. By then, Cobham already had serious credentials: a Panamanian-born drummer raised in Brooklyn, veteran of Horace ...
Some albums hit hard. Others hang over you for days like smoke trapped in old cathedral stone. Belialed’s The Echoless Chasm does the second one. This thing doesn’t just play — it spreads. Slowly. Patiently. ...
Welcome to Original Synths, our neon-lit corner of the internet dedicated to the pulsing heart of modern Synthwave. This is where analog dreams, retro beats, and futuristic vibes collide.
Welcome to the Void. Where riffs don’t just hit—they fracture space. Where rhythm mutates into something almost sentient. Where melody flickers like distant signals from somewhere you’re not sure you can return from. Celluloid Dissonance is for listeners who don’t just hear music—they see it.
Crate diggers unite! Welcome to the shadow end of the groove—Deadwax Noir, where jazz lives in the margins and the stories start after midnight. We chase the hiss between notes, the forgotten pressings, the records that never made the clean light of day—and the classics that built the room in the first place.
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