This second and most ambitious chapter in the slow-unveiling sentience of southeastern French avant-progressive death troupe Epitaphe arrives […]
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A curable poison, an intentional abuse of the flesh by way of distilled tonic, chugged and vomited with […]
As each summer approaches so spins the hoofed triskelion of anxiety within my mind as the fires will […]
The rapture of the ego within serious extreme metal dissonance permits the inhuman touch of anonymity to speak […]