Articles by aVoid

For some weeks back in 2001 I think, I was really into the Norwegian trio Lengsel. I honestly can’t remember why, but it was probably the combination of their pretty name (meaning “Longing” in Norwegian), […]

This fancy promo, carrying misplaced Kris Vervimp-cover artwork, was sent to me a coupe of weeks ago, and it immediately clinged to my mind. Apparently this Luxembourgian band was up until last year known as […]

This three-headed Italian monstrosity, with the peculiar name and even more peculiar sound, was presented here about two years ago with the debut album The Tortoise Boat. Without repeating myself too much, the basic musical premise […]

In the Musical Spheres and Dimensions we have chosen to brand with the epithet Avantgarde Metal, an objective Consideration of a piece of Music must be equally sized in terms of recognizing the Musical Quality […]

This is the fourth of Kekal’s albums, and the second into the avantgarde foray. If you’ve read my review of this album’s sequel, the mighty Acidity, I can tell you that the style and feeling […]

There is a certain vibe surrounding the music of those who follow the right hand path, that those who prefer gazing into the abyss rather than the sky lack. Not cheeriness or joy necessarily, but […]

I cannot see how anyone into the post-black/avantgarde metal scene of the 90’s – the Norwegian one in particular – could not find this long forgotten gem quite the thrilling experience, even if the music […]

6 6 6 Left hand guides to the basement. 6 The audial essence of pure darkness. 6 Sounds beyond hate, beyond scorn, beyond… Monotonous, machine-like pulsing perverted boiling blood. Minimalism near non-existence. Dehumanized rancorous throat-abuse. […]

In his unyielding haunting quest to exhume the spirit of the Old and True, Woe J. Reaper and his FURZE digs with this fifth album – his first on Fysisk Format – even deeper into […]

Notes from two dissatisfied listeners: Just received the promo some days ago and this is it, really: the joke of the year. “Eerie Glockenspiel on very groove-doomy riffs” – seldom read & heard such nonsense. […]