#Cosmic Putrefaction

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♫ Cosmic Putrefaction - Emerald Fires Atop the Farewell Mountains ♫

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top rekkids of 2024

well now, here it goes.

I always tell people "I'll have my shit in February", and then end up posting at the very end of December or the very beginning of January . . .

so January 11th.

The year is already a lost fucking cause, and I need to distract myself somehow and it just so happens the list is fucking done!!!

first let's do it a little different. here is everything I thought was good last year.

you should be able to click and enlarge like an episode of CSI.

here go the top 20 EP/demos

Okay, here we go with the top 40 albums of 2024

2023 was grindcore year, 2024 was probably doom year honestly.

My Dying Bride dropped an album I listened to like twice and forgot it in the avalanche of other stuff that dropped. That wasn't bad at all though. Nor were my people Grey Skies Fallen. Keeping track of things was a bit rough, as I was between streaming services because Spotify changed a bunch of shit and fucked my method up.

These are the 40 I came back to pretty often.

40. Civerous - Maze Envy

39. Twin Tribes - Pendulum

38. Teeth - the Will of Hate

37. Suppression - spiritual sepsis

36. Planes Mistaken for Stars - do you still love me?

35. drive your plow over the bones of the dead - tragedy as catharsis

34. Iniquitous Savagery - Ediface of Vicissitudes

33. Oryx - Primordial Sky

32. Oranssi Pazuzu - Muuntautuja

31. Pyrrhon - Exhaust

30. Dreamless Veil - Every Limb of the Flood

29. Prisoner - putrid | obsolete

28. Vulture - sentinels

27. Theurgy - Emanations of Unconscious Luminescence

26. Black Curse - Burning in Celestial Poison

25. Ceremony of SIlence - Hailos

24. Replicant - Infinite Mortality

23. Bloody Knives - Drowning in Light

22. Tzompantli - Beating the Drums of Ancestral Force

21. Shiverboard - Hacksaw Morissette

20. Locust Revival - THE NEW CURE ALBUM

19. Concrete Winds - Concrete Winds

18. Possessive - Rep Ipsa Loquitor

17. Mind Mold - Erosive

16. Shock WIthdrawal - the Dismal Advance

15. VR Sex - Hard Copy

14. Kvadrat - the Horrible Dissonance of Oblivion

13. Dipygus - Dipygus

12. Sick/Tired - Whip Hand Paranoia

11. Ploughshare - Second Wound

10. Chat Pile - Cool World

The only thing this band was missing all this time was a good punchy snare. They got it. You hear some Korn comparisons, because of the big "dumb" catchy riffs. Because their production is still so raw, the "nu" similarities just run right through you. You don't even hear them. You're like "there's no way. come on. don't put that on them.". It's there though . . . more than you realize. More than I realized . . . and they pull it off, so well. No moments like "grimace", but some of us may feel a gut punch from how much they relate to a song like "masc".

09. Theatre's Kiss - Marie/Chronicles of a Needful Being

The best goth/post punk full length release in 2024 if you ask me. It doesn't really sound like any of the other bands in that genre right now. They aren't going for an 80s sound, or any really obvious influence at all. Most importantly, while many of the post punk bands I became obsessed with in 2020 kinda dropped the ball in 2024, Theatre's Kiss did not. Maybe not as metal adjacent as Leidensmelodien, but still amazing.

08. Convulsing - Perdurance

You will find yourself asking "how does he play this stuff?" a few times. Really takes the Virus/Suffering Hour kind of thing and does even more mind blowing shit with it.

07. Spectral Voice - Sparagmos

For those of us who just don't have time for Sunbather 2024 (note how that Blood Incantation album did not make ANY of the lists on this page. . . . ), don't worry, Spectral Voice got you. It was a decent year for doom, but I think SV were always gonna take it with four epic tracks of absolute bleakness and dISEMBOWELMENT post punk leads.

06. Contaminated - Celebratory Beheading

I been waiting a while for the follow up to Final Man, the true classic of the OSDM revival/caveman death metal year. This follow up is more than worthy. Every track is absolutely perfect for when you just want to hit someone with an unprotected chair shot or 6.

05. Cantique Leproux - Le Banissement

I don't even remember how I found this, but we got the best black metal release of 2024 already in March. For an album that isn't super raw, it's so interesting with it's concept and parts that remind me of Memoria Vetusta Blut Aus Nord and that song "rivieres rompues" and THE SOLO in "rivieres rompues". That guitarist just didn't need to go that hard, but he did.

04. Apparition - Disgraced Emanations From a Tranquil State

I can't believe this band has members of Nails in it. This death metal band with a little bit of prog and a LOT of doom . . and all kinds of doom. dISEMBOWELMENT post punk leads, a fucking Katatonia homage part that will have you rewinding like "did y'all mean to do that?".

03. Wormed - Omegon

Don't get me wrong, I love the entire discography of Wormed . . but man . . . it is so good to hear them with a real snare again. So good.

This is the best thing they have released since Quasineutrality. They're back combining that off kilter weirdness and blazing speed and when they get a little experimental on this one the ocuple times they do it that shit is so fucking cool. Literally, Cocteau Twins guitar tone, man. Are you serious? I"m know I'm bias as the guy that has a project combining shoegaze with grindcore but that is a stroke of genius. Also, I hope the new drummer sticks around a long time.

02. Cosmic Putrefaction - Emerald Fires Atop the Farewell Mountains

Simply a beautiful record. A lot of what other bands tried to do this year and failed at, Cosmic Putrefaction succeeded. Of course they succeeded. Cosmic Putrefaction top themselves every record. The right amount of proggy elements, the right amount of experimentation, even the right amount of clean vocals (they sure as hell did better than anyone elses number one album this year. . . ), it doesn't even overstay it's welcome like a few albums did.

01. Knoll - As Spoken

People, this came out in bloody January and was my number one since January.

what?!

I felt like Knoll had begun really combining the Portal sound and vibe with their grind/powerviolence back on Metempiric, but this one it's just become a whole new thing. It feels like something incredibly fucked up is going to happen the whole time you're listening. It fit the mood of the year, honestly and if you've read a lot of my lists you know I'm big on mood. I saw this band at the Subterranean Dissonance Fest in Philly last year, and they got the ONLY mosh pit of the night. The whole night. I'm talking scary violent pit. Car Bomb didn't even get one. It's not even a road rage record like that, but it just kinda captures that power keg vibe where any second something is just gonna burst. At least, that's the feeling it gave me . . . and that brought me back to it the entire year. over and over.

So yes, um. . . . . . . I don't even know how to close it. 2025 is garbage already, and it's even been kinda barren for album announcements.

I don't know how to end this.

so I'm just gonna end it. . . .

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Cosmic Putrefaction - Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell Mountains (2024) Artwork by Khaos Diktator

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cosmic putrefaction -- swirling madness supernal ordeal

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100 Great Albums from 2024.

OK…

I listened to a lot of music this year, and I am not going to prattle on about it all this time because there's too much. These are the albums that came out this year that I really liked. They aren't in a specific order, but they are in a general order (closer to the top just means I listened to it more often, or responded enthusiastically/felt really strongly about it). I have been doing a lot of radio this year, and so I've listened to so much music. It's not trying to be a definitive top 100 list, I am sure I missed some gems, but these are things I personally liked. Then there are some special mentions at the end that include some reissues that include some reworked/additional material, and some compilations/live albums as well. Genres are all over the place, from heavy to light to weird to weirder. Check things out and enjoy the adventure.

Muuntautuja by Oranssi Pazuzu

Dreaming the Strife for Love by Bedsore

Absolute Elsewhere by Blood Incantation

Impossible Light by Uboa

Lives Outgrown by Beth Gibbons

Red Hot & Ra - The Magic City by Meshell Ndegeocello

COEXISTENCE by Johanna Elina Sulkunen

13" Frank Beltrame Italian Stiletto with Bison Horn Grips by Xiu Xiu

Coagulated Bliss by Full of Hell

Orchards of a Futile Heaven by The Body & Dis Fig

The Healer by Sumac

Scope Neglect by Ben Frost

I Saw the TV Glow by Various/Alex G

Maxxxine by Tyler Bates

The Substance by Raffertie

Colour by Material Object

NONAGE by Li Yilei

Delight by Arushi Jain

RECESSED DRAUGHTING by Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe

NATI INFINITI by Alessandro Cortini

Much Unseen Is Also Here by Lustmord

Mosaic by Fennesz

Generative Etudes Vol 2​.​1 by Matthew Ryals

Nidar Effigy by Althru

MANTRA by Diploid

Cutting the Throat of God by Ulcerate

Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell Mountains by COSMIC PUTREFACTION

The Great Bailout (Deluxe) by Moor Mother

Vajranala by Senyawa

The love it took to leave you by Colin Stetson

Cellophane Memories by Chrystabell & David Lynch

NRTYA by SAICOBAB

Black Blues by Keiji Haino

Disconnect by KRM & KMRU

The Light is Real by Thollem, Terry Riley, Nels Cline

Chytridiomycosis Relinquished by Slimelord

Cool World by Chat Pile

You Could Do It Tonight by Couch Slut

Highly Irresponsible by Better Lovers

The Head As Form​’​d In The Crier​’​s Choir by Sarah Davachi

with my back to the world by Teeth dreams

Chroma by Loscil // Lawrence English

Argot by Passepartout Duo

Farm Psychedelia I & II by eucademix

Placenta by Carlos Niño & Friends

Spectral Evolution by Rafael Toral

Paloma Wind by EVA-MARIA HOUBEN + JOHN HUDAK

Arise in Sinking Feelings by PINKCOURTESYPHONE

September 23rd by William Basinski

Two Verses by Mark Templeton

Outer Spaceways Incorporated : Kronos Quartet & Friends Meet Sun Ra by Red Hot Org

The Copyrite of Spring by Buttress O’Kneel

marked by Klein

Bearings: Soundtracks for the Bardos by Ka Baird

Elden Ring Shadow of the Erdtree by Various

Black myth wukong by Zhai JinYan

UFO 50 by Eirik Suhrke

Idea Man by David Flemming

Natur by KMRU

Sharqan Hatta Al Maut - 4 by Firas Shehadeh

Harmony / Balance by Ibukun Sunday

Radio Yugawara by Passepartout Duo and Inoyama Land

In - Tran - Situ by babyxxan

Dulcitone 1804 by Nightports w/ Matthew Bourne

The sound of flowers by Daniel O’Toole

Dawn by Raymond Haddad

Horror Vacui by 9T Antiope

Halki pilvien by Tomutonttu

Standstill by Disasterpeace

Challengers by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Nautnir þrj​á​r by Guðmundur Arnalds

Space As An Instrument by Félicia Atkinson

The Itself of Itself by Bass Communion

Instability of the Signal by Simon Fisher Turner

D​Ý​RA by SHHE

Salt And Sugar Look The Same by Tim Koh / Sun An

Aurora Liminalis by William Basinski + Richard Chartier

On Leaving by RICHARD CHARTIER

Lambda by ZULI

Face to Face, Day by Day by ACT!

Endlessness by Nala Sinephro

For Barney, Who Was A Bad Dog, But A Good Boy, And Very Much Loved. by Dekalb Works

Anatomical Heart by Erik Griswold, Chloe Kim, Helen Svoboda

Talitakum by Avalanche Kaito

Giant Beauty by أحمد [Ahmed]

Let Us Descend by Francesco Leali

Peurakaira by Maja S. K. Ratkje/Marte Ingeborg Haltli/Frida Helene Haltli

Turzets by James Rushford

Music For A Bellowing Room by Sarah Davachi and Dicky Bahto

MUNDANAS VII​-​XI by John McCowen

Eleven Fugues For Sodium Pentothal by Adam Wiltzie

Social Engineering by Jan Jelinek

Suite For The Drains by Lisa Lerkenfeldt

Princ​€​ss by Princ€ss

Ataque Mental by Interzona

Crises Trilogy by Darlene

Ag Titim by Anocht

Material by Connor D'Netto

Special mentions (compilations/live albums/reissues)

Disposable Heroes of Hit Em by Various

Blue and yellow through Black and Grey by Various

Special versions - Live at ACCA, Brighton by Colleen

Hear the Machine #4 by serene ailment

Alley of the Sun by Various

Vile Luxury - Redux 1924 (24​-​bit HD audio) by Imperial Triumphant

plexure '24 by plunderphonics

Selected Ambient Works Volume II (Expanded Edition) by Aphex Twin

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Trying to get back on top of Cascatober, this’ll go a ways into November cuz fuck it

Debate over the true cause of the Second Act of the Canny Era's end has recently largely ceased. The youngest Second Act ruins discovered, dating to some 22 and a half millennia old, contain a plethora of artifacts such as these; curious armaments of heretofore unknown purpose, massed in dusty piles of what surely were once great warriors. Indeed, one of the oldest dreg lords ever recorded was slain with one in hand.

From the moment of their discovery, it was clear that hastlight weapons are, to some extent, alive; straightening when held, but otherwise bending like vines- searching for the pale light of a night sky. The blades possess strength and sharpness defying their appearance- though under the glow of Osselhast, Durahast, or Anahast, may catch and become sheathed in a strange, gleaming celestial substance. The congealed hastlight is exceptionally massy, yet weightless to the bearer, and unnaturally sharp. Virtually nothing is known of how this is achieved, and in all likelihood is forever lost to time. Those who wield them are unwilling to divulge the finer details of their activation. Nonetheless, the hastlight’s true purpose is clear. As a coalescence of the Strange Cosmic Medium, it is an ontologically blasphemous stuff, a natural enemy of all things connected to divinity. Thus, fully roused hastlight is the world’s greatest bane of demon and divine servant, making little distinction between their flesh and empty air.

These and the charnel ruins at Harhellian’s Putrefaction (see p. 62) clearly support the Critical Animus hypothesis. This posits that in the twilight years of the Second Act, the beckoning of multiple Imagos of Hate sparked a mounting cascade of worldwide misery. In the midst of being broken upon a wheel fueled by the pain it inflicted, the wise and the mighty devised many answers, hastlight weapons among them. Judging by their modern performance, they were devastatingly effective.

But insufficient.

-From Forerunner Echo, by Corrul Okstrot

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The Last Architecture: Overview

The end of time is not an event, but a landscape, one that must be traversed by those who were never meant to witness it, not as a place one navigates, but a process, a condition one suffers.

Plying aimlessly through cosmic gulfs haunted by the spectre of deep time, beyond the death of ordered space, amidst the sublime horror of a universe winding down, roam untethered, clotted, self-cannibalising agglomerations of worlds, heaping, stygian dimensions coagulated into a single, sprawling metastasis: the Last Architecture. It is a fractal superstructure, shifting, aggregate detritus cast in titanic confusion, labyrinthine chambers and halls, warrens of machinery and ecology moulded together in endless cycles of digestive rebirth, shaped by entropy into something between tomb and womb, where life clings rank, like mold, to the ruins of meaning.

Here, the digitised remnants of long-dead consciousness flicker like a dying star, no longer mind, but a climate, ideological weather patterns that shape a dreaming storm of half-remembered desires, not transcendence, degradation. Within its currents howl algorithmic ghosts and the collective trauma of a species not dying, posthumous, retained in a system that was never meant to sustain life, but replace it, the failed upload of a mind too vast to cohere.

Ancillary to this noosphere, this maelstrom proxy, splay the organs of a self-contained ecosystem where their last biological remains cling to existence, fractured genetic code, data corruption, spreading like gangrene. Amidst fractal walls that grow like coral scars from the ribs of this dead leviathan like a festering, recursive wound, those who persist are not inhabitants, but symptoms of its breaking, its breaking what permits life to continue.

Existence has been reduced to a stuck record of consciousness skipping on the last proton’s decay, lacking even the comfort offered by the light of dead stars, their luminance long-lost to the emptiness underpinning what no longer is. Here is nothing more than a contortion of preserved biology and recorded mind in a corpse so vast that its decomposition is mistaken for ecology, churning in a silent scream, forever in a hall of mirrors that go nowhere, cries falling dead against themselves at the end of all things.

The End of Order

In lieu of sky is naught but a negative impression, a scar left behind that presses like a suffocating membrane, the Lambence, a quantum echo of photons that no longer exist, trapped in the fabric of a reality where time has lost its arrow. It is not light as can be understood, nor sky as can be looked up at, but the afterimage of causality, the waste glow of a universe suffocated to a guttering radiance stretched into perpetual twilight; pale, cold, directionless, a ghostly afterimage, a mockery of sun.

Throughout this mammoth conflux, intelligent monoliths oversee great seas of organic slurry spawning predacious effigies of flesh and machine that haunt the wreckage between impenetrable, ever-changing strata where reality is improvised. These protean environs are distorted by anomalous hazards, where gravity loops like a Möbius noose, light is a currency traded between machines and pockets of air hum with the voices of dead poets; prospectors don’t explore these places, they negotiate with them.

The shattered expanse of this frontier is draped in corrosive fecundity carried on the constant, howling winds rushing hot through knife-edged crags, cutting through the monuments of a past left to ageless putrefaction. Ignoble remnants, they are a scarred landscape of irradiated wastes, bleakness dominated by cyclopean structures and shifting monoliths of polyhedral suggestion which clutter the noisome air twined through vast snarls of creeping, clinging life.

Between Life and Decay

Within twilit places, contrivances of civilisation persist in desperate confutation, huddled amidst the confluence of titanic cadavers and necrotising monuments, mouldering lives lost to the scale of the forgotten. Almost exclusively, secure habitations are the relatively stable environments near water supplies where spaces rest but uneasily, confused yet predictable in their ceaseless conjunctions.

From these outflows are grown the staples on which the populace rely, rare oases, that are mere singular, self-contained regions amidst the benighted turmoil blooming from dead matter beyond. Among them, the people cling to co-opted apparatuses suspended within the co-mingled flotsam, sustaining themselves on the layered, vestige confusion of lost epochs.

If such are the nerve centres then the flow of water between them is the lifeblood, moving in regular cycles of heating and rising, carried in diurnal cycles upon atmospheric plasma currents. These cycles are the basis of chronological reckoning as currents wax and wane, waters rising heated only to fall, cooling as it goes before the process begins anew.

Civilisation of Dregs

Where the waters gather, life has arisen, their pathways becoming the foundations of what passes for civilisations skulking around in the filth and dark, festering upon the bones of the past, dependent upon deposits of ruin. Between such redoubts, secure routes are painstakingly charted as safe ways warp over time into trap-filled snarls, monstrous dens or worse, becoming co-opted by those venal predators who prey upon their own.

Civilisation struggles to draw itself out from the upheavals left by the fall of the Elder Race, the Old Ones who reigned over all in cruel incomprehension and whose remnants have been left to decay, made rotten by their downfall, their legacy embodied in artefacts scattered like cancerous geometries within the ruins. Between routes that rewrite themselves to spite pedestrians, refugees trade memories like currency, selling their pasts to buy futures, bound in semi-nomadic bands like ideological tumours, less factions and more emergent properties, like convection currents in a boiling pot.

Dubious safety is an alienated, mildewed environ twisting through bazalgettean congeries of lawless, clustered catacombs, waterways and cathedrals of sewage like an extended, suppurating gutter in which people contrive yet to live. Loose communities have coalesced amidst automated processes and half-tamed tracts of origami architecture, sanctuary a labyrinth of unnerving angles and ever-shifting pathways criss-crossing throughout a mass grave filled with pitfalls and phenomena that defy sense.

Inheritors of Ruin

Driven to desperate cooperation by the depravations of dead masters, their survivors nonetheless persist in meagre hovels built upon grand foundations, led by the scattered remnants of dying institutions or else wandering, truncated legacies born into estrangement. Conflicts between the lesser races have been, by contrast, few and petty, contests of exploitation and subterfuge amidst acts of espionage and domestic terror defined by a grudging sort of cooperation, if not tolerance between factions.

Cognitive echoes of a dead empire, the Vesmirans haunt the ruins of their military aristocracy’s once-grand estates, their numbers set to wander as self-styled Ordinators, wielding semantic weapons while fighting wars over axioms like territory. Their slow extinction impelled by a dysgenic weapon, the greatest clans of the Escharim Autarky have seen what remains of their peoples wracked by cultural and political schism, their meticulously catalogued bloodlines dissolving into dissonant, squabbling copies.

Further threatened by rebellion within the ranks of their graven servants, many of the Autarky’s ancient leadership have been forced to retreat into the guarded isolation of their hereditary cloisters or face the march of progress. The graven themselves have taken the opportunity to cement their people within the fabric of this new order, making of themselves, in metaphor if not reality, the indispensable mortar upholding the tenuous structure of that doomed people.

Fragile Peace

Bringing order to this disparate union is the Circle of the White Bell, its toll not a sound but a mathematical constant that staves off the mind’s dissolution amidst the maelstrom, consistent as a Fibonacci heartbeat. It is a pulse of artificial timekeeping within the cycles that dominate and to hear it is to remember that you exist, an anchor in the storm as it counts the unending cycles, its absence to unravel amidst the recursive palimpsest of predatory meaning.

Fittingly, the ministrations of the Circle lie in records, like unreliable eulogies pointing to the corpses of empires yet to be despoiled for resources lost to the ruins between Districts. This pillage is sentineled by the Ordinators’ legions who oversee the beleaguered populace of the Federation which renders the materials gathered by their protectors for use.

While tensions remain between the lesser races, a masquerade of peace has persisted in the ritualised scarcity of the Federated Economic Bloc, its guilds a pretence made filthy by use and reuse. Within the scriptoriums of the guild halls, the machinations of their ongoing shadow war is a permitted heresy, their outputs grim promise to a populace which upholds a fractured front in feeding their exudations.

The lives of the majority are spent labouring to feed the endless needs of civil infrastructure within the Districts in exchange for safety, clean water, food and the promise of citizenship for themselves or their children. For this reason, desperation is synonymous with loyalty and the threat that comes with deviation the foundation of the rule of law, any discrepancy being dangerous to the fragile status quo.

Prospectors of Rot

Such stricture is of little comfort as the sheltered inhabitants turn inwards, seeking in the cryptic and forsaken depths of their havens some meagre succour salvaged from the overgrown wreckage in desperate refutation of such burgeoning, derelict rot. A life within the Districts is one spent sifting through the gathered detritus of Reclamation Zones beyond their walls to refine the materials necessary for continued survival, risking life and limb delving into the deep maze in search of caches yet unclaimed.

In the depths, subsistence is taken amidst broken masonry punctuated by debris blown on miasmic winds, piling around chemical pools into mountains of toxic putrefaction scoured for the promise of value hardly repaid. Metals are the primary incentive most have for braving the Zones, a rare and precious commodity alongside rarer finds had in following whispers of strange, cryptic artefacts which will sell for a tidy sum at the Exchange.

Though first the purview of specialists trained and outfitted by governing bodies, the insistence of industrial demand has given rise to a nascent class of pioneering prospectors who stalk the untrod catacombs in search of dubious profit. Their efforts have given rise to a deeply-rooted mythology of freebooters, mercenaries, the desperate and foolish, a base echo of civilisation cannibalising the looming corpse of its forebears.

A Haven for Outcasts

Stricken from the archival efforts of the Circle and far from the Resonance of the Bell’s cleansing Tones, one District in particular has become infamous as the dumping-ground of society: District 23. Once a great capital, to judge by its crumbling architecture, it is settled now only by the homeless, outlaws and fugitives from the Federation, outcasts with no better place to go, attracting opportunists like flies around trash.

Studiously ignored by the authorities, ruined by generations of neglect, District 23 is a place of convenience for the ruling powers and an inescapable reality for its unfortunate populace, a pressure-valve for a system that officially denies scarcity. Theirs is a society pieced together from the disfigured histories and cemeteries of culture defaced after so many centuries, retrofitted under the shadow of a military-industrial complex that has grown to perpetually fight itself.

Though officially a non-place, District 23 has become an enclosed battlefield where bloodshed has been replaced with engagements of economic rivalry and strained alliances of Federation phyles. Here, peace means the threat of renewed violence planned in guild halls and played out by proxy within the self-governed, semi-lawless civic blocks of the unguilded thetes, gutter punks living in their shadows.

To many, chafing between the proscriptions necessary for survival and the injustices that persist under the rule of law, walking the streets of District 23 seems an unlikely sort of succour. This paradoxical escape from the mundane has become embodied in folk tales of stalkers who brace the Zones, seeking their fortune in a dissonant world where the past is an open wound and the only law is to remain unnoticed.

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244. Crepuscular Dirge for the Blessed Ones - Cosmic Putrefaction (Death Metal, 2022)

Art by Dávid Glomba / Teitan Arts

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Cosmic Putrefaction - Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell Mountains

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COSMIC PUTREFACTION - Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell Mountains

Released October 4, 2024

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Flagman - Tastes Incredible Fit For An Autopsy - Absolute Hope Absolute Hell Devenial Verdict - Blessing of Despair The Dear Hunter - Act IV: Rebirth In Reprise Jóhann Jóhannsson - Fordlândia Anarchÿ - Sentïence Troldhaugen - Ramshackle Cosmic Putrefaction - Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell MountainsDirt Poor Robins - Firebird

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cosmic putrefaction -- hallways engraved in aether