Mike Scheidt’s return to the stage at Northwest Terror Fest last month was a seemingly long-awaited event for YOB fans. Nearly five months after a sudden, emergency hospitalization followed by a live-saving surgery earlier in the year, Scheidt was eagerly preparing to once again play to a sold-out Seattle crowd.
Atriarch are a pretty great band that, it’s hard to believe, began eight years ago. Starting in Portland, the band has made a reputation for producing a unique take on doom metal that introduces elements of the creepier side of deathrock into their meditatively bleak metallic mix. The years 2012
It has come to my attention that my own local act, HELL, a fucking evil sounding solo doom project ran out of “sleepy Salem” Oregon by the elusive and private man known as MSW, is set to put out their first new full length release out on cassette (disregarding a
Usnea shares basic traits with its namesake. The lichen is neither fungus nor alga. Usnea is neither doom metal nor black metal. The grey-green plant grows its branches slowly. Usnea’s protracted songs tell wandering stories that veer off the funerary path. Juxtaposing abrasiveness with gentleness, their dirges profess a full
Lycus has nearly perfected the sonic incarnation of blackness. Their Californian funeral doom metal is a menacing, melodic and mesmerizing behemoth of sound that is refreshing in a genre marked by its longform sedated stylings. As if with multiple voices, Lycus moves between violin interludes, dense, damning riffs and Gregorian
French sludge-core abusers FANGE delightfully return with Pourrissoir – a new and incredibly foul long player of brand new songs that has swiftly followed the release of their inhumanly wretched full-length from 2016, Purge. Not much has changed in the Fange world in a little under a year, and that’s a good thing. Pourrissoir showcases once again