Review: Frozen Winds – Keys to Eschaton
Talk about letting it all hang out.
Talk about letting it all hang out.
We keep on. We keep on. We keep on.
A 70 minute multi-lingual concept album demands several reviewers’ attention!
I receive: squid; you receive: weirdo black metal—you know, squid pro quo?
Hindustani drone metal goes hard.
Vile, but where’s the luxury!
Me, you, and an ancient shamanic tribe in northeastern India… do we have a date?
Balling out with a full orchestra, the Italian horror black/heavy project returns for its final album.
An homage to postmodernist composers and a rejection of conventionality, this is prog metal pushed to its limits.
Serendipity at the hands of an unjust god.