Witching Hour

This is the sound of a basement show in 1985 that somehow got transported to the modern era. It is fast, filthy, and unapologetically old-school, blending the frantic energy of early thrash with the sinister, cold edge of first-wave black metal. The guitars have a distinct bite, cutting through a mix that favors raw power over digital perfection.

What sets them apart is the commitment to the 'blackened' part of their identity. It is not just about speed; there is a genuine sense of dread and occult mystery woven into the riffs. The vocals are a raspy, venomous snarl that feels like it is being spat through a cloud of cigarette smoke and graveyard dirt, creating a bridge between the punk-adjacent energy of Venom and the more atmospheric explorations of early Bathory.

Start with 'Past Midnight...' to hear them at their most cohesive. It captures that specific moment when the party turns dark and the adrenaline of the night starts to feel a little more dangerous. It is essential listening for anyone who thinks metal peaked before 1990.