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Deep within the cosmic tapestry, she, the elusive Stardust Strangler, spun in the silent solstice of solitude. Born from the lingering echoes of dying stars and their spectral swan songs, she pirouetted through the abyss, a mystic silhouette performing a solitary ballet amidst the cosmic orchestra.
Teetering on the brink of a youthful constellation, a galaxy untouched and pulsating with a vital hum of cosmic life, she paused. A celestial canvas lay before her, speckled with incandescent orbs and resplendent nebulas pirouetting in an eternal cosmic dance. The spectacle arrested her, awakening within her a yearning to melt into this radiant cosmic rhapsody.
Summoned by an age-old celestial rhythm, she surrendered to the symphony of the stars, stepping into the loving embrace of the galaxy. She swept along, each graceful twirl weaving luminous trails of stardust, each resonant step a breathtaking sonnet of the cosmic ballad. Yet, each celestial body she encountered dimmed in her presence, their vibrant lifeforce strangled into silence in the celestial dance of death.
Silently, one by one, planets froze, shrouded in a cloak of icy oblivion, and stars, once radiant, ebbed into the shadow of their former glory. The pulsating arteries of the cosmos dimmed, surrendering to her relentless ballet. A once vibrant galaxy, ablaze with the melodic symphony of creation, was silenced, echoing only the desolate requiem of a celestial graveyard.
Yet, she danced on, immersed in the grand cosmic theatre, entranced by the echo of her own solitary ballet and the poetic serenity birthed from her dance. She was blind to the void she left behind, reveling only in the tranquility and the echo of solitude in the vast cosmos.
However, amidst the poignant silence, a spark of defiance emerged. A single grain of her own stardust stirred, minuscule yet imbued with resiliency. From within it, a feeble glow pulsated - the birth cries of a new star, a beacon of hope in the quiet dark. It was a testament to the cyclical nature of existence, a gentle reminder that even in the bleak waltz of the Stardust Strangler, life dared to assert itself, to dance anew, to be reborn from the remnants of the old.
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Merci Déhà for the download code. Lots of bands use these ingredients – pretty female vocals over doomy guitars always sounds good, but usually that's where the ideas run out. That isn't the case here. Each song is packed with ideas and evolutions, genres and references it's boring to list but not at all to listen to. A pleasure to have been introduced to this. Luke
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021
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These Serbs show that Death/Doom is still not only enjoyable, but still has room to breathe and grow. While these guys most definitely are heavily influenced by the best the British and Finnish offered the genre, they twist around ever so slightly in a way that is familiar yet fresh. 3.5/5 ClassyMusicSnob