Review: Blood Vulture – Die Close
Riffs and ruin in a blood-starved wasteland.
Riffs and ruin in a blood-starved wasteland.
Spearheading an adventure unto metal’s fiery summits.
Hittin’ that spectral sprinkle.
Into the depths we go.
Healing is a painful process.
An exercise in Nambil Masochism.
Let the waves pull you under.
Join the circle, and partake…
Should I bother making a joke about “spinning” this album? Do the kids even know what that means? Probably not.
Dreamy doom escaping the abyss.