Blackened, disjointed, and unsettingly smelly items already graced our review pipe in the past, no doubt. Need an example? It was only last year, to be precise. Magnadur was the act’s name, and they hit rock bottom with us not once, but twice in 2025. An anal avalanche of Synthwave-imbued pseudo metal shards to crush yer opponents. Or something. You really need to let that one sink in for a while. Utter self-destruction, because of – well – an inability to harness one’s own psychedelic ideas and turn them into something coherent.

And that’s all the more frustrating because the … [...] Click to raid more!