Malgors turns atmosphere into pressure. Antichrist is cold air made audible—dissonance as structure, not decoration.
No click-track shine. Instruments breathe and bruise; timing is human, tension deliberate. Buried motifs reveal on the third or thirtieth listen.
Blast storms break into militant stride; bass swells like fog at ground level; vocals gnash at the edges. It’s underground by conviction, not marketing.
Own it on BandcampAntichrist is a refusal: of polish, of convenience, of algorithmic sameness. It’s built for people who still choose records over noise.
Melody appears like a signal through fog—brief, cutting, never sweet.
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