The singer has the tendency to sing “Mmm” a lot, like he’s smelling Mom’s brownies or thinking the groupy chicks’ll find him all emotive and hot, but I nitpick.
An hour of sweeping, dark music, from the creepy atmospheres of drummer Renske’s rich, Gothy vocals to the harder, deeper roar of Opeth’s Mikael Akerfeldt.
Add to my list of favorite black metal supergroups with Arcturus and War. While stylistically galloping all over the map, this has a vibe like a concept album.
By the end of Rising, Stuck Mojo have run through hip hop and a political-bashing thrash-a-rama, but it’s the down-and-dirty shuffle thang that trips me out.
A deep baritone with an old-world romantic accent atop dreamy synths, heavily-echoed acoustics, or dramatic powerchords that has a tendency to strut its stuff.
They rank up there with Emperor and Satyricon, only a tad less inflated in their epic songwriting, with most songs clocking in at less than four minutes long.
The twists each song takes as it snakes its way through ravaged, desolate landscapes is extremely impressive. Norwegian black metal at its darkest core.