Solace

Here Be Metal | Doom Metal | 22:40 - 23:20

Zware baslijnen, gruizige gitaarlandschappen, stuwende drums en een getergde zang vormen de elementen voor de blackened doom van Solace.

A brooding heat thickens the air, pregnant with flies, feasting on monuments of transience. The stench of putrification intoxicates your synapses and turns the long gone promise of a carefree childhood into a festering open wound. The nursery rhymes that reminded you of love, turn into eerie psalms in praise of false promises and disappointment.

Solace presents you human suffering. Hope is life, now all is gone...