Black Metal

Slithering beneath the scum of shadow, greasy film of desolation reflecting the filth of the fenland, hiding that which lies beneath the squalid depths. The one the shamans whisper herald of the Swamp Spirit, the one they call Burier, concealer of dreams and maker of pain. Wielding the hammer of plague since the age of 2019, this marsh monstrosity has been breathing foulest of incantation since this time, coiling vine thorns of sadism around its victims that grow tighter with each spell spent into the drain hole of existence. As those thorny vines grow tighter around mortal throats, Burier has ensorcelled its most realised incantation to date, and through the iron gilded lantern of GoatowaRex verdigris putrefaction does it come to acolytes in physical form. Dreams of infinite agony made flesh upon terror of tape.

Black Metal

A triumvirate of sacred Yōkai accursed incantations laid upon the candlelit altar, as mortal spirits of the dead pass from underneath Torii gate of the Yomi underworld into the world of the living, drawn forth by those sounds infectious doom melodies of the entity known only as the マグダラ呪念 (Magdala Ju-nen). The stairway to hell stretches ever onward for those of the dead, as grief takes what remains of their hearts, makes disfigured creatures of them all with each step down they take—as veritable pandemonium is opened up before them, the wailing cries of Izanami forever to be trapped to be their song of lament for eternity. These three tales of mythical groove ritual damnation have been taken with loving embrace from the entirety of マグダラ呪念’s library, the grim iron dedication of GoatowaRex doom prayer purification bringing the greatest of these morbid soothsayers ghostspells to acolytes, all upon the hallowed memento of sacred cassette tape blessed by the Kami themselves.

Black Metal

A triumvirate of sacred Yōkai accursed incantations laid upon the candlelit altar, as mortal spirits of the dead pass from underneath Torii gate of the Yomi underworld into the world of the living, drawn forth by those sounds infectious doom melodies of the entity known only as the マグダラ呪念 (Magdala Ju-nen). The stairway to hell stretches ever onward for those of the dead, as grief takes what remains of their hearts, makes disfigured creatures of them all with each step down they take—as veritable pandemonium is opened up before them, the wailing cries of Izanami forever to be trapped to be their song of lament for eternity. These three tales of mythical groove ritual damnation have been taken with loving embrace from the entirety of マグダラ呪念’s library, the grim iron dedication of GoatowaRex doom prayer purification bringing the greatest of these morbid soothsayers ghostspells to acolytes, all upon the hallowed memento of sacred cassette tape blessed by the Kami themselves.

Black Metal

All those moons ago, an emaciated claw rises from the tomb crypt city of the decadent death gods, let loose a great entropic rasp of necrotic dissonance—drowning the world in its enigmatic sorrow, the arch-mystery of eldritch ascension a curse upon all mortal spirits and strings. Roman Master, that raw black metal master of hissing defiance and malodorous ritual, was the name given to this being all those moons ago in the year 2012, when said entity released its debut incantation of raw black, soul gnashing howl, but only through digital means. Now, almost a decade later, the iron eyes of GoatowaRex black miracle sovereignty have searched those ashen lands, and has unearthed this masterpiece to be released, for the first time ever, upon a splendid tape of immortal discordance.

Black Metal

Black moon heavy in sky, and heavy in heart, black of night’s sky eternally draped over firmament and choked with the darkness that only emptiness can bring; lies a world of endless stone corridors and tunnels, of crypts, tombs, and gravestones. A world of perpetual night ruled only by that denizen of shadow known only as Roman Master. In the year of 2016, that nightmarish being unchained its fourth incantation from its litany of grimoires, with, sadly, only twenty five of these being let loose into the ephemeral world through medium of cassette tape damnation. Fortunately, Roman Master has sworn grand alliance in conspiracy with the iron teeth of GoatowaRex black necropolis mastery, finally bringing this hallowed incantation of true cult worship, back into the hands of acolytes upon a mastercraftsman cassette tape of morbid wonder.

Black Metal

From the twisted mind of A.R. infamous for his work with the dark evocations of Australian black metal sadists Grave Worship—who were also the very first entity empowered by the iron hand of GoatowaRex long ago in the age of 2002—comes the psychedelic driven black metal fury of Of Seance, whose experimental forays dive headlong into the dreamlands of fuzz haze vision.