VOIDKUSH - Stay Close To The Fire LP

Some bands are hard to fit into one single style. Formed by members of Insulters, Voidkush merge the sound of their infamous band with new influences, a strong Death / Doom feeling, and a hazy vibe in the vein of "Carnival Bizarre" Cathedral. 11 tracks dealing with darkness, witchcraft and the impending void. The executioner's ready, you better run!

- printed logo
- black baseball cap by Headwear
- model no 4194
- premium brushed heavy cotton 350 g/m2
- structured 6 panel
- low profile pre-curved peak
- brushed under
- fabric strap brass buckle & brass slit

Insulters truly lead a crusade worth fighting for. Right from the very first second, Metal Still Means Danger explodes with an evil sort of excitement, where devilish joy in dangerous deeds collides head on with deathly serious intent and execution. From there, the hits just keep on coming, one galloping right after another, headbanging and hellraising all but guaranteed. After all, how could you NOT want to raid & pillage with a band whose members include Nuclear Cummer, Bourbon Devastator, Blasphemic Vomitor, and Skeleton Grinder? It may sound absurd and over-the-top on paper, but give the album one minute of your time and you'll be possessed! Indeed, Metal Still Means Danger exudes tangible, terrible DANGER at every turn, and equally breathes the essence of fucking METAL through every gnarled note. It might have a catchiness that's absolutely addicting and may even be a bit "fun" if you allow it to, but the record is a red-hot weapon whose churn 'n' spurn simply cannot be denied.

Trzecia płyta hiszpańskiego zespołu grającego brudny i oldskulowy black/death metal w stylu WATAIN, NECROPHOBIC, UNANIMATED. W składzie jeden z muzyków GRAVEYARD oraz UNCONSECRATED.

A killer Death Metal Split of two spanish Oldschool Death Metal Hordes, who finally joined forces for this excellent release!!!

Both bands deliever a new death-chant, which are guided by the old atmosphere of true swedish Death from the old days! A killer EP, which shouldn't be missed! This is the true Death Metal Spirit you bastards, no sissy "modern/technical faggot shit"!!!!! Evil, melodic and obscure!

Insulters truly lead a crusade worth fighting for. Right from the very first second, Metal Still Means Danger explodes with an evil sort of excitement, where devilish joy in dangerous deeds collides head on with deathly serious intent and execution. From there, the hits just keep on coming, one galloping right after another, headbanging and hellraising all but guaranteed. After all, how could you NOT want to raid & pillage with a band whose members include Nuclear Cummer, Bourbon Devastator, Blasphemic Vomitor, and Skeleton Grinder? It may sound absurd and over-the-top on paper, but give the album one minute of your time and you'll be possessed! Indeed, Metal Still Means Danger exudes tangible, terrible DANGER at every turn, and equally breathes the essence of fucking METAL through every gnarled note. It might have a catchiness that's absolutely addicting and may even be a bit "fun" if you allow it to, but the record is a red-hot weapon whose churn 'n' spurn simply cannot be denied.

The crushing debut full-length by this Spanish band. Proscrito was born from the ashes of the sloppier incarnation known as Calvario in 2016, paying homage to the too-doomed-to-be-dead/too-dead-to-be-doomed music of such acts as Cianide, Hellhammer/Celtic Frost, Necro Schizma, Asphyx, Autopsy, Paradise Lost, Winter, Samael and Goatlord, crafting slow and churning tracks that were to be (not really) perfected with the band´s debut EP, "El Calvario", in 2017: a release filled with an all-encompassing passion for decay and rottenness, from the penitent and flagellant opening track "Via Crucis" to the closing instrumental mantra that is "Puteado," pounding caveman percussion, thundering bass, and wah-soloing frenziness in between. After three days of morbid delirium at Moontower Studios (Ataraxy, Graveyard, Oniricous, Teitanblood), once again under Javier Felez´s supervision, Proscrito´s follow-up to the debut EP took form with some more echoes to the days of yore, as a full-length frontal assault titled "Llagas y Estigmas" ("Sores and Stigmata"), featuring 5 disgruntled litanies of blood, sweat and no-tears imagery reminiscent of Robert E. Howard and Cormac McCarthy, muscular riffage, vomit and mucus. Tracks like "Marcado por la Pezuña," "Tronos de Oprobio" or their (scato)logical outcome "Pantalgia" truly persist with that tradition of primitiveness, putting the stress both in the Death and the Metal, for Doom has always been the band´s destiny, its powers and wisdom. Any way you describe it, the dense and sulfurous rumble this Spanish power trio creates can cause tectonic shifts as ably as it can rot your soul. There´s an almost uncomfortably carefree, laissez faire approach to Proscrito´s ritualistic plod, as if the band is indifferently acting as a conduit for supernatural frequencies only they can sense. It´s not often that Memento Mori dips its toes into the doomier end of Death Metal as of lately, but when it does, be fucking sure that it´s for good reason! And indeed, "Llagas y Estigmas" is one badass good reason!