The next time you find yourself thinking about the vastness of space and other enigmas of the universe, or if you simply want an appropriate soundtrack for self-abnegation, Spaceslug has you covered.
With songs structured like the rise and fall of Fertile Crescent societies, Death Rides a Horse gives us an album of desperate, doomy honorifics, laced with varied influence and singular in purpose.
Tour the abyssal plains with Benthic Realm’s self-titled EP as your soundtrack. This is crushingly gorgeous doom, unadulterated by artifice.
A descent into a chthonic realm of ambition and death, Conduit arrests us in its warped sense of time and color. King Goat brings agility to doom.
Messa uses Belfry’s hour-long running time to explore modern notions of ambient doom and metal while evoking the sounds of the late 70s, complete with the occasional jazz interlude. There’s a lot of blues, a lot of heaviness, and a lot of weird noise going on here. And it’s quite beautiful.
Landless captivates and compels in equal measure, with ghostly vocals and clever arrangements that spell beautiful doom. Inexorable and sublime, the album paints a bleak and provocative picture that will hypnotize you.
In just over an hour, What Graceless Dawn paints otherworldly, alien atmospheres with its haunting movements and inexorable crescendos, and we are drawn into its universe slowly and deliberately.