DGRecords Michigan
Independant record label. Black metal, Doom, Drone, Sludge, Punk, and everything in between. #DGRecords #domesticgenocide #DuroGestaRecords
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supported by 16 fans who also own “Plânge glia de Dorul meu”
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again. I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom.
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supported by 15 fans who also own “Plânge glia de Dorul meu”
Very bad business practice. Incomplete delivery. Lies and insults via email
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supported by 14 fans who also own “Plânge glia de Dorul meu”
I listen to a lot of depressive and dark music, and I have to say this album hits hard. Very hard...
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Pull the Rope
by Ibibio Sound Machine
The ensemble infuse a club-thumping sound with massive vocal hooks and uplifting lyrics.
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Your Day Will Come
by Chanel Beads
Straddling the threshold between studio performance and digital technique; the NYC artist applies "fake jazz" principles to synthpop.
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Composer, producer, and Folly Group co-leader Laggard salutes early industrial and grime through a hard-hitting, club-focused side project.
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Life has gone on long enough
by NONE
supported by 14 fans who also own “Plânge glia de Dorul meu”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs...
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