Review: Sarcas – Rise of the snowflakes
I am become Jonkler, dipper of fries in iced crème. You cannot comprehend my twisted mind
I am become Jonkler, dipper of fries in iced crème. You cannot comprehend my twisted mind
Part II of an exploration of desert settings in music. Now with more psychedelia!
A rich array of influences and emotions coming together to make powerful and catchy melodeath.
Competent worship, but this temple could use a bit more decoration.
An interesting chromatic experiment with some diminishing returns
A beautiful balancing act of folk and metal that manages to keep itself composed on the tightrope for most of its duration
A nearly flawless marriage of folk horror lyricism and black metal instrumentation. Spooky!
This album was too moody to be called “Djiners, Djrive-ins, and Djives”