♫ K1llRGVP - Rewolfer
It becomes so familiar - that brutal, pulsating bass, the ascending smoke like vocal that seems to float above all chaos, the dragged out sludgy samples - yet it’s this style that I have so grown accustomed to that is both somewhat conventional genre yet, to me, remains fresh and new. The set standards which have become amicable with your check-list, something which you accept as part of your taste, your style, is highly sought after. Desired. Like a musical scavenger hunt. When it all fits, when every piece of that puzzle falls into place, you cannot help but become enamored, enthralled, engrossed.
Soon begins the cut and reworked sampling, imps that gleefully frolic throughout the instrumentation rest like madness - only to resurface when unrestrained - when pandemonium is most tumultuous - and lulled when inky lullabies soothe and pacify.
Aphotic, atramentous anthems for fiendish creations.
BNDCMP | FCBK
♪ File under: dark, electronic, 666
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
Fatigued yet obsessed with this metamorphosis - fixated on unsolicited transformations. Bones brittle - muscles limp and slack - flesh unfettered and fragmenting. Fingers shoved inside flaps of skin, forcibly working my buccinator - commanding assisted self mastication - partaking in the my very core. Consuming my own flesh to rid myself of the violent invaders; the demanding barbarians that breach my defenses and pillage my innards. Deeper I delve - past my intestinal walls, my quaking, tremoring entrails. Self dissection. Banquet of delirium.
Dark Mother’s “Glass Cast” is like a mellifluous, deliquescent mantra. Dulcet, provoking words shot out like self-convincing needles as layers of ascending vocals stack and dissolve and synths hum and purr. Like an intonation of change - a psalm of perseverance.
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♪ File under: dark, electronic, ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♫ TEMPLE DE∆TH - LINES ∆ND NOT LINES
♫ TEMPLE DE∆TH - LINES ∆ND NOT LINES
Upon introspection, I came to the realization that you were my unwilling savior. Donning that mask, composed of uneven pieces of cowhide, you were a caricature of humanity. When spoken to, you would answer only in grunts and growls. As was custom, you would signal the start of our feast with your guttural, gnarlish vocabulary. Your singing instrument of destruction held high over your head. The glorious, victorious pose - twisting and twirling - set against the backdrop of the blood stained sun. How the overpowering, humming filled my ears - the horrific, hellish buzzing - the cracking of bones underneath the rusty bone saw - the squishing and squirting of the cocktail of flesh, blood, and push. An overture of anguish. Grizzly gourmand.
“Lines and Not Lines,” by TEMPLE DE∆TH, creeps and crawls like hesitant ivy alongside an abandoned building. It inches and pauses only to met with an urging oh and ah - a sign of assurance - of reluctant security. As the claps boom and pound slowly against the screaming, distorted imps, it regains it composure - set proudly in its serpentine stature. Mystic magnetism - wanton wizardy.
♪ File under: witch trance
♫ D▲N▲S▲R - WiTCHKRFTKiLLS
♫ D▲N▲S▲R - WiTCHKRFTKiLLS
I could feel myself unravel as I slinked far back into the night. Ashamed by the unprovoked, unwanted undoing, I began an attempt to remain intact - to push myself in further. As my insides began to shake, I held steadfast - determined to remain whole. My organs slowly began to slip outside of me - creeping, slinking, oozing crimson red. Pushing, determined to not implode, I held my glorious guts in my trembling hands. That which fueled my tormented body soon betrayed me. Expelled. Expunged. Letting out one last frightful scream, I finally disentangled into a wretched pile of glistening filth. My sheer shame - unlaced and exposed.
D▲N▲S▲R is, in essence, a soundtrack for a haunted (witch) house party. A vexing euology for those apparitions of the past while remaining a caliginous celebration for all that is sinister and unknown. An impeding warning - calling and commemorating calamity.
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♪ File under: dark, witch house, celebration of concealed forces
♫ GOSTS - DROWN
As the clouds broke, and the darkness vanished, we could tell things would not remain the same. You, clandestine and transformed, were undergoing an unspeakable metamorphosis, one we could not foresee. Your true intentions, once unrealized, were now on display. Hellish and brutal, you were to eschew benevolence - encouraging gore, mayhem, and vicious, visceral, violence. From afar, I could see the corner of your upper lip curl - forming a sinister, sardonical smile. Screams and pleas filled the air as this demonic nightmare became reality. If I were to close my eyes, I could feel you tugging at my flesh - reminding me that you desired to own me. Repulsed and determined, I tore through as much flesh and bone as possible - granting me my freedom. Impetuous intentions - savage soulmate - a maelstrom of malice.
More brilliant, trance inducing witch house from Melbourne’s GOSTS (previously mentioned). With perfectly, spine tingling, undulating synths, accent heavy claps, and well-placed vocals samples, “MAGIA” is a promising look towards the future. Ethereal and bewitching.
Get it here for $5. You won’t be sorry.
♪ File under: trip hop, witch house, so good it hurts
♫ WI†☾H✰SW▲G - Conch
In an effort to remain whole, I began to tear to through their sweat-ridden, bloodstained flesh. Sword swinging, it cuts gleefully into the scaly skin of those barreling towards me. Their battle cries, loud and shrill, strike my ear drums, in a violent barrage. Cut in two, from head to toe, I watch them split open before my bloodshot eyes. Enraged and exasperated, I seek solace in the grisly gore flying before me. My identity, this violent and gruesome spectacle, is the only thing that is familiar to me. From birth to what will be my end, I will continue to battle those demons you have so cursed me with. For the good of your dreams, the end of your goals, you so eagerly sacrificed those that lovingly called you “friend”. Nothing but stepping stones, those bones that your delicate yet vicious countenance would step over - a ladder of butchery - extermination for your elevated goals. Loathsome prince - annihilating apostle.
Undulating, swirling vocals meet with pounding instrumentation like a late night somnambulant butchery - an onslaught of ethereal, celestial forces combining with darker, vexing spirits. Fluttering and floating - oscillating and obeisant. A heed to submit and succumb slowly through prismic, shrieking synths.
♪ File under: drag, experimental, oooooooooooo
The mask is absent - the one which comforted and concealed me for sometime. Unaccustomed to exposure, afraid of reality, alone I retrieve back into a work of isolation. Unable to grasp the stares, the knowing nods, the recognition - frightened and unconfident. Distorted and disillusioned. Solitary songstress - my shrieking, shrinking soul.
window, from Montreal, creates psychedelic, undulating music - multi-colored modern meditations. The tracks range from darker, dubbed-out pieces to more 80’s inspired tunes all accompanied by a kaleidoscopic, nu-age glow. Infinite music for prismic souls - “Esc” is a codeine kissed, fluttering prayer to the psychedelic, vexing spirits around.
Be sure to check out window’s remix of “Rock The Boat” by Aaliyah below.
♫ Bonus: window - “rokkdaboatyrluvrrrmx”
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♪ File under: dark, meditation, ∞
♫ Vagina Vangi - Servants of Death
You gazed at me with an inquisitive, intensely naive expression. Your eyes would dart back and forth from across my face - as if you were reading an engrossing novel. I knew at that moment, I was being deceived yet I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. My entire being froze when you would edge closer - inquiring about my greatest secrets. Suddenly, I realized I was more than a case study to you. When the shift occurred, I was not aware, but I was christened as a mold for you, something you strived to become. Had I revealed my flaws and insecurities, my nightly ritual of constant questioning and self-loathing, would you have wanted to become more familiar with me? Or was this aspect of myself what intrigued you? Could you sense something within me that I had locked away - caged and guarded from outside eyes? Whatever the reasoning, I decided at that moment, right before your quivering, tearing eyes, I would commit an emotional seppuku. No longer would you have access to my heart and soul. Nor would you be able to tap into my very core. Disemboweled. Open. Alone.
Some of the most vexting, slow-tempo witch house I’ve heard in a while comes from Vagina Vangi. “Servants of Death” begins like an intonation - a conjuring of forces beyond ones imagination. The vocals implore you to succumb as they mesh and swirl with the murky instrumentation. A twirling annihilation - a deathly decree in the form of song. Enervated invocation.
♫ Vagina Vangi - Servants of Death
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♪ File under: electronic, dark, witch house
I received an email this morning, very non-descript and to the point. In the email, the author told me simply, that they liked the music I posted, their names, and that they made music. Of course, I was intrigued but I was also very hesitant. Would this be a virus? Some elaborate prank? Will my ears be screaming in pain? Being the adventurous sort, I decide to follow the two links these mysterious figures supplied me with…
PLEASE DO THIS MORE OFTEN, UNIVERSE. Send me these tracks which make me happy to wake up and face the day. Make more people like †WIN GRΔVES reach out to me and send me little treats. “Ruin The Night” features dark, pulsating basslines, slowed down rap samples, and synths which gently sting. As the track progress, the beat lingers - wavering vocals weave in and out as the track steadily comes to a close. Head bobbingly, teeth gnashingly, universe dancingly good.
♪ File under: darkwave, electronic, HELL YES
*Premiere — ✝ DE△D VIRGIN ✝*
So came the time for you to return to your world and my heart would break again. Bitter and cold, my heart hardens with my love for you. It was an agreement I surely did not want to make. A contract made solely upon my family’s urging - my tears would be the confirmation they so desired. I had to resign, in order to save you, by giving away my own heart for a period of time. During your absence, I would transform into a different entity. I wouldn’t flourish, I was stagnant and withered. In this state I would remain, until you shone your loving face on me once again.
It seems the latest subject of genre-bending controversy is the enigmatic, ✝ DE△D VIRGIN ✝. Not even one week has passed, and just in time for samhain, another ✝ DE△D VIRGIN ✝ EP has been unearthed - like a creaking zombie arising from the grave. The result of the latest EP is a samhainistic celebration of the beginning of the darker time of the year with hints of the light strewn throughout the tracks. As you begin your descent into the murky abyss, you see the light flickering, dancing and bidding you adieu. You begin your Persephonic descent back to the underworld, strings sing yearningly like Demeter’s very own heartache. You fight and claw your way - pounding and pulsating - striving to hold on to something that is your very own. In the end, when the last song begins, and the sounds arise, you have bid your farewell for the moment.
Get it at bandcamp or save the free download slots and cop it at mediafire.
♪ File under: electronic, witch house, mementomorigaze