Some things are meant to roll like thunder across the plain. Heavy, syrupy metal riffs that mesh and work together much like the muscles in a dinosaur’s legs.
Goblin-snarl vocals with near-porno female vocals (lots of breathy, dreamy singing, and full-on panting) swirl atop the charging riffs and mid-tempo pounding.
Distantly-produced black metal from Norway that never got to the big time. A good opening band for the greats, ripping beats, full of Viking rage and pride.
These Swedes meld folk, that uplifting sweep of melodic heavy metal, some enchanting acoustic dreams, and a bit of gruff-voiced In Flames-esque material.
Good ol’ black metal carnage. Blurred guitar, non-stop drumming, blackened howls at dark skies, and more time changes than you’d expect in a mere eight songs.