Gate Master "Gate Master" (2020)

Mightily impressed by In Pursuit Of Forbidden Knowledge's clandestine spell, I had to return to this projects origin four years prior. Sadly, this obscure record doesn't yield much beyond the opening Dungeon Synth track, Tides Of Aeons, a lonesome rumination on esoteric melody, powered by distant drums and a dank airy drone. Its atmospheric spell is intriguing, balancing mysticism with a sense of distant danger. 

Beyond it, the intent feels clear, to use harsh low fidelity aesthetics as its weapon of wonder. The clattering drums and wretched vocals of Sacrificial Summoning come with little musical strength to back it up, simply deploying played out Black Metal tropes. After it, the rest of the music focuses on atmosphere through unsettling noise and dense drone. Obscure fuzzes, obtuse distortions and sizzling static fill out space.

I appreciate the effort but these cheapened sound design choices didn't chime bright. Rather, they become its biggest burden. Exposing a lack of thematic depth to inherently explain these choices. With little to latch onto beyond its strange and soothing opening ambience, I had little investment in continuing to listen.

 

Rating: 3/10

Crag Forge "Forbidden Crags" (2019)

 
Blessed be, either in absence of, or excellence in, the solemn epics of these Forbidden Crags has scratched that itch again. Understanding both purpose and composure, Crag Forge previously felt like a settled matter. Alas, here I venture again, engulfed by these seven enchanting meditations. Deep foggy synths brooding on their unmoving might, the music of mountains still and unconquerable. Earths upheaval of stone, a violent movement of mass on timescales beyond our mortal comprehension.

The music elicits that calm and tranquil nature mountainous terrain evokes. A humbling magic from its dwarfing scale and seemingly eternal presence. Hidden brass melodies lurch in the dense atmospheric bass, like a rumble of clouds clashing into the unshakable landscape. It stands ancient, unending, suggestions of sequestered secrets lining the caverns hidden within. The occasional percussive strikes reinforce this sentiment, the sounds of miners seeking fortune echo through the distance.

Whatever sentiments the music evokes, it plays a wonderous treat for focus and meditative moods. Turn on and dial in. This record has been a wonderful tone setting. Mystic, evocative, natural but most off, safe and comforting, fondly reminding me of adventures on the slopes of rocky beasts. This is certainly one for the focus playlist.

Rating: 6/10

Steve Roach & Soriah "Curandero" (2025)

 

Still pumping out records and seeking fruitful collaborations, ambience master Steve Roach returns with a spellbinding record conjuring echos of his classic Dreamtime Return with a devilish twist. Absolutely suggested by its plunderous album art, one senses a Caribbean flavor of pirate mysticism and a tropical occult. These are worshiped gods of death, a darkly vein heard best in its curious voices that whisper in cryptic chants throughout the record. Curandero starts strong, Analog Cave, Citla & Shadow Current brew entrancing rhythms within dense nightly atmospheres. These are welcoming numbers, strapped with a strange sense of safety and tribal spirituality, despite dancing with estranged dangers. Perhaps its trippy psychedelic nature suggests its all in the minds imagination.

Stars Of Darkness takes a turn, a duller affair of droning ambience to bridge into the back half of this hour long record. Steppe Traveler goes hard on a shivering 70s synth arpeggio. Its abrasive, maddened by its own jolty nature, too much for indulgence with a now familiar sound design constructed around it. Shard Tribe showed promise with a striking Ethereal, shimmering synth, woven between cryptic chants, a power emerges but then sadly collapses into another dull drone. After a handful of spins, this sense of two halves is confirmed. A fantastic trio to start with but a swift drop off after.

Rating: 6/10

Old Sorcery "The Escapist" (2025)

 

One of the greatest artists to emerge from the bloated Dungeon Synth scene, Old Sorcery blazes a trail of excellence, transforming decrepit dusty nostalgia and esoteric ethereal fantasy beyond the bare bones bedroom composer of contemporaries alike. From the impressive Berlin School tinged origins of Realms Of Magickal Sorrow to a visionary Dragon Citadel Elegies, Old Sorcery has been a delight to venture with.

Highly anticipated yet a curiously slow burn, The Escapist arrives as another exploration of familiar realms whilst not trying to repeat oneself. Its a quality I admire, each new record feels like a transformative step to new territory, without shedding ones admittedly amorphous identity. Old Sorcery has a distinction learned through repetitious indulgence rather than overt aesthetics or musical particulars.

This "slow burn" comes fueled by its atmospheric beginnings. Dethrone Reason, Crown My Heart opens, setting lofty goals. A grand yet sluggish snare kick groove ushers in epic, alongside salient guitar leads and quirky esoteric synths. Proceeding, the next few tracks delve into various sculptures of immersive aura. Ambience reigns supreme, as sound design and aesthetic craft mesmerize with ambiguous intent.

Gem Hoarder Goblin shifts gears. Its toying melodies conjure mischief and mystique, befitting of its title. From Dungeon Synth to Orchestra, its second act switches up the instrumental pallet for a scenic painting of animated events. A dazzling set of classical instruments transmit the intentions of this cave dwelling beast. One can almost see a stage inhabited with actors performing a play. Its a wonderfully vivid moment.

At The Wayfarer's Lantern shows off an impressive step into nostalgic rural Folk, eventually melding its pastoral antiques with otherworldly synths, orchestrating enchanted magics into the past. Starlit Belfry Tower comes with a touch of dreaminess through its bells and lullaby nature. Again the progressive touch never settles for repetition as the song broods through a quirky synth phase so distinctly Old Sorcery.

The we close with Immortal Passion. A gentle build to distant yet mighty adorning synths casts a spell. Like a timeless sunset, the last inches of light reach before an enteral night. The composition is wonderful, venturing us into dusk, building through familiar motifs. Then the sudden pivot, we are lunged into a soft Black Metal conjuring of dual tremolo guitar distortion tension that never finds the shift it suggests is coming.

Instead we fade out to a few audible moans and groans, suggestive of a characters perspective. Its a strange ending, not quite gratifying yet immense in its build up. It suggests a missing piece where Dragon Citadel Elegies hit every beat perfectly. Another brilliant record however, I will enjoy this for many moons to come.

Rating: 8/10

Oscillotron "Sniezna" (2025)

Seeking revival through experimentation, Oscillotron lands on a firm identity with succinct ties to its space horror ambience origins. Leaning on subtle wobbles of unsettled pitch shifting, disjointed pianos and old school synths evoke an eerie, uncomfortable setting. Accompanying them, ghoulish foggy synths in the backdrop conjure looming terror and sense of dread. The record toys with variations on this aesthetic arrangement, a feverish, unending, dreamy phantasmagoria. The resulting inspirations mainly birth three to four minute scenic stagnations on its initial idea.

The arrival of Natt always perks my ears, a proven promise of gradual evolution leaves a distinct impression. At thirteen minutes, it bucks the trend, leading us down nightmarish corridors of fright. The march of its synthetic pulse pulling us through macabre grown and howls, forever brooding in its cataclysm drum loop of distorted dissonance. Its an absurdly effective drone, a mediative trance of abysmal origins.

Lacking a fair amount of percussive force, Sniezna can feel understated with its ever transient presence. Familiarizing oneself with its craft, a brilliantly composed vision will emerge. An artistic, devoid of cheese, a soundtrack to the zombie apocalypse. Decimated wastelands of gravely atrocities, laid barren by its grim inhabitants, no longer fit for human survival. Somehow conjuring Halloween horrors with a serious foreboding tone. On recognition of this thoughts, I see how fitting the cover art is.

Rating: 7/10

Old Sorcery "The Lost Grimoire" (2025)

Previously released only under the physical medium of cassette, one can now indulge in what I presume are leftovers of old, given its similarity to the esoteric moods heard on Realms Of Magickal Sorrow. The first of four, To The Infinity Of The Forest conjures memories of A Forest Trapped. Its another slowly brooding enchantment, natural yet steeped in mysticism, led by glacial melody. Groans from a familiar yet mysterious deep bellowing voice eventually cry out to further enrich is curious tone.

 

A shorter piece, Mana Shrine Revisited, focuses efforts on a more abrasive set of instruments. Leading the arrangement, something brassy, woodwind alike that I couldn't nail down. Possibly a murky accordion? As the song progresses, steely yet animated melodies rush in to chime, evoking a classic castly Dungeon Synth motif.

 

Raven's Fortune sparks a little mischief with its opening playful melodies, only for its jollity to give way to a yawning synth string section. We are whisked once again into the ambiguous realms of imagination, laced with ancient, witchcraft suggestions. The playful tone reoccurs on its lengthy closer, The Tranquil. Bell chimes and staccato strings pace themselves as the steady brooding of flutes slowly ushers in strings that build to the tracks fading conclusion with a touch of cinematic scope.

 

These compositions fit in snugly with that classic era but one can see how they perhaps lack a sense of adventure Old Sorcery's album embark on, as pivots and transformations usually serve as the gratifying mystique to tie all this Dungeon Synth inspired imagination together. Either way, The Lost Grimoire is a welcome addition to a fine discography!

 

Rating: 5/10 

Blood Incantation "Luminesecent Bridge" (2023)

  

Written in its name, this two track bridges Timewave Zero and Hidden History Of The Human Race, attempting to conciliate the colossal chasm between sounds. A bold ambition where some common ground gets merged, its two halves simply explore opposing aspects. Obliquity Of The Ecliptic sticks rigidly as the manic splattering of ghoulish Death Metal, transitioning through eerie atmospherics into a Progressive behemoth of sorts, eclipsed by a soaring guitar solo of epic reach. A powerful show of composition, pulling its best moment from the echos of  80s Metallica guitar lead.

The proceeding title track serves to tie its exploration of Dark Ambient with a caustic acoustic guitar phrase. The two meld under the eerie presence of what sounds like estranged bird calls. Building in tension, guitar lead and drums usher in a mystic atmosphere yearning for a grandiosity that never quite arrives. Instead trumpets mark its death as the peak fades into obscurity. It could of erupted into magnificence, yet seemed content on only a glimpse of its mystique. A bridge only partially explored, finding the obvious common connections and executing it with a touch of class.

Rating: 4/10

Blood Incantation "Timewave Zero" (2022)

Curious to hear more of Blood Incantation's fresh and exciting take on the tired Death Metal genre, Timewave Zero shocked me with its radical shift to a sound I'm fond of, perhaps even obsessed with! Comprised of two songs, both split into four movements, It wasn't to long into Io's dramatic shadowy tensions, did I realize this was no gradual build up to an eruption extreme metallic aggression. This was in fact an Ambient piece of work, dialed to a gravitational degree between the dark, eerie side of the genre and my beloved Cosmic Ambience. I knew immediately I would enjoy this record.

 

Devoid of any vivid animations, both halves play adrift of dramatic event or suggestive theatrics. The music stay resolute in a gentle journeying through its tensions and suggestions. To my ears, both Io and Ea explore similar deviations from their original impressions. Subtle arpeggios drone with a touch of Berlin School, swells of brooding ambiguity emerge and sullen synth strings yearn within its lengthy progressions.

 

Io feels like the "spacier" half, capturing a mystique devoid of intent yet both dangerous and mesmerizing, the strange allure of cosmic wonders visible only where no eyes wander. I find this sentiment mirrored in its fantastic cover art. A inhospitable landscape orbiting a giant red sun. Ea feels a touch more animated, as if observing similar places which have a history of failed life. Its touches of murmuring voices, Dungeon Synth and acoustic guitar give a sense of cultural echo to the astral sight seeing, Its fourth and final movement melting all this suggestion into a dense swell. This record fits perfectly into my growing collection of ambient works.

 

Rating: 7/10

Oscillotron "Cenotaph" (2025)

 

 With lowly expectation, I tentatively picked up this fresh three track from a once adorned Oscillotron. Still rocked by the horrors of an eight year weight, the cursed fuzz of unsavory one hour noise-piece Oblivion still echos in my ears. Cenotaph is another distillation of sound, honing in on tension, dread and menace through the aesthetic powers of masterfully crafted shadowy synth. Some of its tones echo the great astral charms of its predecessors but stripped of melody and percussive groove to shape its form, these synths linger and brood in passing paranoid episodes.

Dystopian in nature, dark nightly settings take hold as its textures conjure a sense of observed dangers in brutalist architectural landscapes. One can imagine futuristic visions of societies obscured by technological integrations run amuck. Lifeless arpeggios spin a sense of cold menace, a watchful automated eye, inhuman authority.

The title track plays a game of starting soft, subtle uplifting choral voices transform in to tense apparitions. Menta revels in its distorted rumbling, a sense of severance pervades as loneliness triumphs. Filter rocks Tangerine Dream inspired sequences, adding a touch of mystique and intrigue to the dreariness. Three classy executions, brief but vivid and engrossing. Could easily elevate visuals as music in cinema.

Rating: 5/10

Old Tower "The Trench Pilgrims" (2025)

Commissioned for the "Grimdark Compendium", Old Tower lends their craft to a presumably fitting tone for table top game Trench Crusade. Its setting in 1914 explains the quirky archaic musical sample that aids this five tracks opening Introduction. The sample disappears into a gloomy fog of atmospheric synth and chilling horns echoing a haunting wreckage left by battles carnage. From here, we descend into darkly meditations, spiritual yet steeped in an eerie inclination. Chorals led by loose and worldly percussive instrumentals chain us to its rhythmic trance. The subtle entrance of Berlin School synths paint a suggestion of something cosmic lurching beyond.

A similar spirit guides the lengthy, hovering Anchorite Shrine. Its soft Piano notes, buried in a smokey haze, conjure an alluring crime novel danger akin to Noir Jazz. I heard touches of this motif earlier in the records opening. This mysterious lean is particularly befitting of Old Tower's cool temperament. The closing track Revelations twists that tone to sinister as a calculating drum pattern softly beats its menace. The tension rises but far from conflict, the song suddenly drops its grip, reminding one of the captivating power music, that is often relegated to the background, can have.

Rating: 7/10

Gelure "Inner Sanctum" (2025)

 

The purist pleasures of these peaceful yet esoteric atmospheres has affirmed Gelure's elevated stature. My initial fondness for The Candlelight Tomes and Into The Chesfern Wood has matured with much exposure. Those arcane magics have delivered time and time again. Returning refined after a few years break, the character depicted pitches partly Medieval, churchly, with a dash of Tolkien Fantasy grandiosity. Cultural stringed instruments yielding folksy melodies ground its era. Saintly chorals, vibing on soft cloudy synths, bewitch one in a captivating calmness. Swaying between these masterful constructs, we venture upon scenic swells, conjuring natural beauty, fantasy landscapes and occasionally battles through the crashing of gong cymbals, deep laggard drums and triumphant horns. At its opposing end, sleepy subdued melodies, smothered in reverberations, upend darkly mystic moods, both soothing and curious.

The words Dungeon Synth barely crossed my mind before writing out these inspired thoughts. Gelure has ascended its shackles, arriving upon a grand stature, crafting beautifully mediative music adrift from a genre awash with low effort imitations. Inner Sanctum indeed evokes introspective refuge. A haven of sorts through its spellbinding ambience. Best of all, its eleven minute finale surrenders to metallic convention. Modern percussion houses its historic instruments in the rapture of blast beats and fiery groove to venture upon Atmospheric Black Metal's alter. The initial mellowed tremolo guitars hide its extremity well, masking what is to come. At the eight minute mark a truly epic power chord riff gratifies to no end. With monumental sway, its repitions toy with dazzling tunes and tempo deceleration, in a stroke of genius.

Rating: 8/10

Den Sorte Død "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" (2025)

 

Named after the black death plague that riddled the middle ages, Den Sorte Død unsurprisingly burrow into a solemn funeral gloom with this morose offering. It strikes me as a series of epitaphs, strung together across six lengthy numbers with a latent sense of reoccurring theme. Musical tones linger with grace on the sorrows of man faced with perilous suffering, a reflection of darkness felt through glum melody and decedent tempo, as opposed to a stylistic plunge into aesthetic depravity.

Thus a curious soothing magic emerges, as yawning church organs brood and deep bass murmurs in its lethargy. A calming sense of ease overcomes when in the background. At the foreground of ones attention, the weighty burden of mortal death is ever present. Woven together with subtle intent, Berlin School synths whirl and pine in soft majesty.Touches of ghoulish horror show tropes shine through on occasion too.

No individual track stands out. As the record cycles through its various instrumental compositions, one gets a sense of recycling chemistries, as if revisiting a sombre motif explored earlier. This all plays into its construct, a morbid dwelling on mournful woes. That's at least as I experienced it. A translation of "Hemmeligheden Bag Den Sorte Slanges Konstellation" speaks to something astral and cosmic, which I did not get the mildest sense of, however its synths could be conductive to such a suggestion.

Rating: 6/10

Burzum "Det Som Engang Var" (1993)

 

 

 The blemishes of Burzum's growing pains fade as Varg's sophomore effort plays concise, sharp, effortlessly flowing through the fruits of his lonesome esoteric craft. A masterclass in how to structure a record, Det Som Engang Var houses the final remains of sinister metallic groove, before sequestering into the depths of lonely atmosphere on future releases. With a bold linearity, songs brood, evolve and venture to breaks, deviations and climaxes at thoughtful pace. Its flow gushes with musicality, weaving in plenty of nightly heathen melody to its monstrous demeanor. Varg jostles extremities, shuffling between tuneful lockstep grooves and frighting bursts of discordant terror held together by loose blast beats, arriving at wild destinations.

Opening with the scowling ferocity of Key To The Gate, this roar of dissonant metalic anger matures through blues pains punctuated by Vargs anguished howls with a stunning uplift of anthemic melody. Proceeded by En Ring Til Aa Herske, we revel in the echo's of Black Sabbath groove twisted to a frozen landscape as soft murmuring chants bestow a glorious ritualistic mood. Lost Wisdom returns in its best incarnation. Bereft of fuzzy fidelity, the track shines with a fierce might. Jostling Varg's typical arsenal of disheveled chords, roaring groove and dusky melody, the song blooms.

Next we hit the Dungeon Synth note, Han Som Reiste showcases an ear for melody evoking naturalistic and ancient cultural themes, tilted to a lonely peculiarity. Its a gorgeous song, the following Naar Himmelen Klarner shares its qualities but is performed on dueling guitars drenched in fuzzy distortion. It creates a stunning atmosphere but its underlying composition suggests it too could have been performed with synths. The gradual build to arrive of a simple drum groove is always enchanting.

Snu Mikrokosmos Tegn has long been a favorite. Its pummeling dissonance and dreary persona grinds with repetition, shuffling into hardy guitar riffs that highlighted the values of brooding on an idea to a young me. Its offering of light at the midpoint plays a swell, gratifying reward, ideas we will hear again later on, explored deeper still. The track then muddies its way through another spooky spell of intensity, lacking the pummel of barbaric drums, to arrive at that magical destination once again.

Either side of all these cuts lay some Dark / Black Ambient pieces, masterfully composed, estranged, mystic and complimentary of the five songs nestled between them. This lean approach will evolve as we embark on Varg's finest work next.

Rating: 10/10

Old Tower "Portrait Of A Medieval Presence " (2024)

On form, like its impressive predecessor Draconic Synthesis, Old Tower continues in a chilling stride, painting eight unnamed portraits of meditative Dark Ambience. Set in Medieval times, these soundscapes yolk an esoteric mythos from embellished nostalgia of ancient, eerie times. These lonely atmospheres linger on delicate aesthetics, chiming ambiguity with soft instrumentation and scenic sound design. Whispering voices in the distance, unsettled fire crackling, ritualistic chants of worship and mysterious murmurs all lurch within these shadowy slices of lost time.

Mostly subdued and one dimensional upon inspection, the mastery emerges when attention is split. A powerful current of persuasion shapes ones mood as the rhythm of each picture settles in. Portrait V is the most animation, a rattle of perverse church bells call out over the cold countryside. Each eruption of bells is jarring. Portrait I opens the record with a beautifully chilling organ climaxing the short songs conclusion with drama. These moments of instrument augmentation are often a key delight.

Portrait VIII was my favorite. The arrival of percussion pivots the song into a mystical stride, its shimmering synths conjuring the sense of a cryptic presence. It rides these feeling well, as do many songs, establishing an aching ambience with nightly terror and occult suggestion lurking safely at a distance. Another impressive effort, perhaps constrained a little by these notions of Portraits. They feel perfectly suited as soundtrack moments for a horror film or evil themed video game.

 Rating: 6/10

Soley "HEX" (2024)

 

Its been a minute since we've heard from Soley. This short movie soundtrack lures us back into her creepy side. The opening theme conspires a soft whirl of 60s sci-fi horror synth with haunting layers eerie voices. It has just enough strangled percussion to muster a Victorian freak show theatrical charm. Powerful but brief. After a stint of tense dark ambience, Entering Of The Witches reignites this flame, a spaghetti western guitar spangle soured by mischievous choral voices floating through limbo. It to is halted by short duration not looking to flesh out the experience into a full song.

Desert is different, starting out a quirky oddity of childlike innocence, colliding with thee obscure. Soley's voice enters tame and gentle, getting lost as atmospheric ambiguities melt into the forefront with cursed shapeless intensities. As crescendo approaches, never arriving, she disappears, only for the cackle of crows to cry through the eerie ether. Her return brings harmony to this restlessness, a powerful resolve.

Nostalgia briefly dabbles in spooky de-tuned piano melodies but ambles back into the shadows swiftly. The nature of this format forces Soley into brief compositions, complimenting the cinema setting. Even with those limitations, flashes of brilliance still arise, a reminder she has much to offer. A craft still strong from chilling inspirations.

Rating: 4/10

Tineidae & Sole Massif "Remnants Of War" (2024)

 

Although Remnants Of War is themed around the aftermath of AI fulled armageddon, I could not escape its dramatic cover art. Reminiscent of the cult Japanese Cyberpunk flick Tetsuo, I've absorbed this one with metallic body horror in mind. Learning now of its true intention, the cinematic vision locks into place. These desolate soundscapes paint dystopian terror as the unease of soft synths collide with ghostly mechanical buzzes and whirling sparks, echoing on through tainted winds. Worbling electronic voices churn from automated warfare wreckage, a poisoned landscape, terrain now littered with cybernetic corpses. As far as eyes see, an endless sprawl of technological annihilation claims mother nature herself as collateral damage.

Its only tuneful moments stem from brief surges of soulless arpeggio saw-wave cycling. It births intense motion out of lifeless scenery. The tension derived suggests the presence of a surviving robotic killing machine, scanning the area for life, a dangerous prospect for us observers. Otherwise its charm resides in dense atmospheric dark ambience, littered with sound effect design to paint maddening scenarios in the mind of the listener. My favorite moments are the subtle whirls and buzzes, hints of wrecked machines with robotic systems attempting to function. So too, distorted voices add mystery. Seeming like scrambled recordings they possibly hint human life is transmitting from somewhere... or are simply remnants of the war.

Rating: 6/10

Steve Roach, Kevin Braheny & Michael Stearns "Desert Solitaire" (1987)

 

Mesmerized by opening track Flatlands, my morning walks exploring the cliffy sandstone shores of southern Portugal were elevated by its meditative qualities. Fit for the sunny Mediterranean climate, a rhythmic trance of exotic percussion guides us through unforgettable swells of dense soothing tone. Cycling through several stellar synths, blushes of warmth arrive on the heels of the prior rescinding surge. Emotions stir through apt chord selections on occasion too. Its a remarkable track, one I've returned to often, however this time, I was reminded that its appearance on Journeys To The Infinite, which I've covered previously, was a hand picked compilation of works.

I'm sadden to report, Desert Solitaire does not expand its opening majesty. More so, it picks apart its pieces, rearranging them into lengthy stints, sharing those initial aesthetic suggestions. With a theme of solitude in desolate regions, scorn by the heat of our sun in daytime, the record quietly picks through temperaments, moments of grandeur and scenic suggestions all laid bare through competent track titling.

A handful of songs try too cut the mold, Knowledge & Dust deploys an irritating stereo-pan, attempting trippy disorientation. Shiprock shifts its instrumental drone with a shrill cutting synth to usher in eerie nightly sounds. Empty Time returns this high pitched whine to conjure in baron horns and percussion on a lifeless wandering that seems to leads nowhere. These three are also the weaker pieces on the record.

Labyrinth feels completely out of place, a nightly spell of bleak, cloud swept skies converging on imitate dusk. A lurch of conspiracy and lonely unease wrestles with its subtle reliefs of tension that dissipate like waves on a beach. Its a stunning piece of darkly atmosphere but more fitting of a Dungeon Synth record to these ears.

The other remaining songs flesh out the tones heard on Flatlands. Those swells of tone, now elongated into soothing drones to transform your imaginations. Its all to typical of this genre to comment on deeper but a handful of them merit return for conjuring these meditative moods, this time with a warmer climate than usual.

Rating: 6/10

Caldon Glover "Metrophagy" (2024)

Here's one from the Dark Ambient vaults, a cinematic venture that's clearly driven by world building through its devastating atmospheres. This is no musical affair but a craft of sound design terror. Devoid of melody and rhythm, a textured layering of sounds brood unsettled tensions that tremor and quake with abandon. Hellishly cold and unforgiving, gentle swells of airy synths breed ambiguity over the creeks, groans and aches of its many murmuring lifeless voices. These are forlorn ghosts, desolate noises wandering an urban graveyard. Visions of an apocalyptic nightmare manifest in a post-life state, a technological nihilism of self-annihilation that's stripped this world of its habitability, leaving behind a scared wasteland of concrete, metal and electronics.

At least, that is the vision that arises for me, perhaps its cover art planted the seed of suggestion for a such a vision to manifest. I see a futuristic cyberpunk metropolis laid to ruins, with the sense of something evil lurking within but the evil is the place itself, like a densely radiated city-scape hostile to life itself, where a gush of wind could yield fatality. This one is hard to assess, enjoyment depends a lot on mood, Accelerated Decay and Liber Spiralis where the most powerful cuts. Paired with a visual movie matching this theme would be utterly intense! One can only dream of such shuddering cinematics.

Rating: 7/10

Moutain Realm "Frostfall" (2024)

 

A soft, recent fondness for Greyshadow Ruins had initial excitements lulled by the subdued nature of this tempered beast. Mountain Realm caught my ear for a shapely craft of Dungeon Synth venturing into the darker leanings of Fantasy themes with a meditative quality. Frostfall aptly achieves this again, yet to less fanfare with familiarity taking hold. This similarly structured set of short synth pieces is the quieter of the pair. Routinely drifting into glacial strides devoid of any urgency, a glum dankness steadies as its main thematic feeling, fit for the damp dark dungeon realms it clearly aspires to.

Stripped out are the moments of reprieve from a gloomy yet meditative nature. On the prior record, sparkly melodies would flux from ambiguities into focus, creating a sense of spectacle among these sullen tones. Here they are suppressed, present but drawn further into retreat. We trudge through fuzzy murmuring of ambling bass. Organ like synths drone with sombreness, even choral chants seems burdensome and lonely.

The whole record dials into its own shadow. Seemingly a negative, yet only when trying to focus on its present merits. Leave this on in the background and calmly, without notice, will it delicately transcend your surroundings, ascending to somewhere sequestered, cloudy and dead yet spiritually soothing and serine. Its an odd record to enjoy, brilliant in its own peculiar way, yet tired on these old ears for now.

Rating: 4/10

Paths Of The Eternal "Search Of True Ascendance" (2019)

 

The allure of Dungeon Synth has sunk in its claws again! Bestowed by the Spotify shuffle, Hidden Scriptures caught my ear. An esoteric passing spell, dream swept and hazy, its layering of mystic melodies keenly reminiscent of classic Trolldom had sucked me in for more. I'd actually passed on Paths Of The Eternal's first demo years back. I'm here now and adoring its meditative qualities, an ancient spooky synth with spiritual qualities that warmly arise from its nostalgic foundations. I have a particular fondness for its opening A Mystic Premonition that deploys virtual instruments distinctly similar to that used on my own Dungeon Synth project, Forgotten Conquest.

Bone Guardians toys with castly medieval magic. Horns shout triumphant, strong and proud, its clattering percussion hinting at the wheels of war yet retaining this cheerful warmth in its grasp. This animated, uplifting start gently gives way to esoteric magics and droning ambiences. The music mulls on its dulled mood, seeking solitary atmospheres over the flushes of melodies that defined its bright opening stint.

Its closing track, The Highest Chamber, seems to unite these ideas, returning elements of its colorful start to this secluded, lonesome stretch. Culminating with human voices, it lands its lengthy voyage with some finality. Search Of True Ascendance has been a riveting return to some classic Dungeon Synth vibes mixed with entrancing meditative qualities. That excitement wore off swiftly tho, the shift in tone and pace midway sadly not as enduring as its opening four songs were.

Rating: 6/10