#Mortwight

[albumarchives]

Various Artists | The Reliquary of Terror Vol. 3 (2023)

[insects-in-every-hole]

Morwight/Illuminator split CS Cover Shots, October 2021

[gargarismo-blog1]

New items from Realm and Ritual label

limited edition cassette

limited edition cassette

[darktripz]

ASTRAL DEATH / MORTWIGHT - Death Initiation

[thenighteternal]

Mortwight - The Labrynth, A Harrowing

[musicmakesyousmart]

Morbærsanger / Mortwight

Moonworshipper Records

2022

[left-hand-path-tapes]

I'm bad at using this blog, so here's my almost annual update on the "label":

Last post was March of 2021, two of the releases never came to fruition. The Caade release I'm still hoping gets finished, however I'm no long releasing the Pozole tape (implying they'll ever do anything ever again, either way I don't care).

But here's what's came out:

LHP-054 - B.S. Wright - The Principals of Thought Control B.S. Wright is the most criminally underrated electronic musician in DFW. A big, mutated pot of cybernetic goo. Get with it, or don't? Ltd to 25

LHP-060 - Domvan - Of Late Donovan of many, many Denton bands you've probably enjoyed in the last decade with his collection of Jangle Pop bedroom recordings made in 2020 isolation. Housed in those sick, oversized, soft vinyl cases. Ltd to 25

LHP-061 - Blood Tower - Therianthropic Spell The evil that lurks behind the rows of corn in Nebraska. EP that Bill put on bandcamp and he graciously allowed me to put out. Its the Blood Tower you know to expect and love. Ltd to 50

LHP-062 - Gort - At the Cliffs • In the Pools • At the Vines EP from this very avant-garde USBM project. Patrick of Oil Spill/Duskseeker guests on this. Ltd to 50 LHP-063 - Duskseeker - Spiralscape Speaking of Patrick, his bizarro symphonic Black Metal Opus. Very strange black metal but at the same time the Emperor influence shines brightly. Ltd to 50

LHP-064 - BIGHAND//BIGKNIFE - Winner's Cup Third pressing of "Bronze" cassettes of BH//BK's 2016 masterpiece. The K.A.R.P. sounds shine through in this noise rock meets sludge trio of Denton's favorite boys. Ltd to 25

LHP-065 - Mauvewand - Mauvewand Debut (and swansong?) by this White Magick dungeon synth artist from Denton, Texas. Let her lead you into the world of magic and fairies. Ltd to 25

LHP-066 - Dreaming Machine - A Dull Ache You Call Existence Debut two song demo from this USBM duo. Equal parts lush Summoning worship as well as general DSBM. Ltd to 50.

LHP-067 - Coke Jaw - Completely Fucked Seeing to it this troupe of Hamilton Steelfuckers release their 2017 magnum opus of stupid Powerviolence superiority. It's nine minutes and its dumb as shit. Ltd to 25

LHP-068 - The Tooth - Cascade Effect Oklahoma City, metalcore? Math metal? Sludge? Idk what to really call it, except that it rocks. Ltd to 25

LHP-069 - Infernal Legions Of Mordor – 311 Bygone Tales From The Realm Of Sauron Here it is, a hot stinking mess, 311 songs, over 100 different artists contributing to this. Housed in VHS boxes with zines. Ltd to 50.

Coming soon, soonish idk some point Mortwight/Illuminator - Beneath Autumn Stars Cara Neir/Infernal Legions of Mordor - 77 Tales of Venerable Magick Illuminator - In Ictu Oculi

[wearethewall]

League Of Extraordinary Rektsons: Oblivion

“My name is Cyrus Bollai.

“I was born in Sterling Heights, Michigan.

“I’m dead, but I ain’t fuckin’ gone.”

Marching down the hall darkened hall he repeated this over and over as he tossed his baseball bat from hand to hand. Shining, wrapped in barbed wire, waiting to be pumped full of energy-- emotion-- and woken up with crackling electricity.

Like many things in the Shadowlands-- the other side-- his baseball bat used to be someone. He can still hear it faintly moan, maybe weep, but his preternaturally keen ears are tuned in on different noises.

Rushing.

Scraping.

Knocking.

In life, this building is a failing automotive plant. In death, it is a bleak, dilapidated labyrinth of soulforged bricks and rippling pools of pure black. Nihils, he’d heard his new friends, his Circle, call them, portals into some wretched place.

I should be with them, he thought, I shouldn’t be in this fuckin’ fuck-pit.

But you aren’t with them, whispered the voice in the back of his head, you’re here, doing your job.

Shut up, shut up, I heard you the first ten fuckin’ times, you cunt, shut UP.

I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.

I don’t fuckin’ give a fuck what you want. Now ain’t the goddamn time.

It’s not? murmured the voice as Cyrus rounded a corner, his eyes falling upon a figure at the far end of the crumbling, mold-stained hall. Tall, lean, wearing a stained and ragged jacket and a pair of beat to shit jeans. The man was whistling pleasantly to himself, locking a door that was clearly soulforged, solid to him and, thus, immune to the fancy trick of just ghosting right on through.

Cyrus looked at the man’s feet. There was a nihil. A mix of exasperation and pre-assbeating vigor surged through his... well. He didn’t have veins. Surged through his ectoplasm, a much headier rush than he’d ever known while alive.

“Hey,” he called out, “you oughtta unlock that, I gotta get through.”

The man turned completely to stare at Cyrus, stuffing the relic key in his jacket. A lantern jaw, slicked-back feathery hair, and a pair of piercing, dead green eyes, in the center of which there glinted an evil black light.

More importantly than that, though, was the fact that most of the right side of the nihil-man’s face, save for his eye, was... gone. Like someone had knocked out part of an eggshell, but instead of yolk and eggwhite there was pure blackness and a faint, constant trail of oily black mist that meandered its way down to the nihil at his feet.

He was a spectre. One of those wretched souls that had given in to despair and hate and--

Oh, no, you’re only half-right, chided the voice as the spectre pulled out a  .45, acid-stained and corroded but still cocked and lethal. He is a spectre... but he was always a spectre.

Cyrus hadn’t the time to bite back at the voice, for he lit up his bat and charged forward as the hollow-faced man fired shot after screaming shot.

[heedra]

xxxdragonfucker69xxx replied to your post “theres a lot of ways to be a necromancer in creation and harv is...”

i love it so much shadow is exactly opposite

shadow complains vocally about the smell and mess coming from harv’s side of the workshop as if he doesn’t have a bunch of mortwights skittering around like awful spiders chattering ethereally in the tongues of the void at any given time

[georgy-stuff]

Encloaked / Mortwight / Castle Zagyx - Beacons Burning on the Winter Hor...

[insects-in-every-hole]

Mortwight (First Show)-Old Alton Cemetery, October 2021

[kimsonvalon]

Écouter / acheter: A History of Mourning de Mortwight, Forgotten Ghost

[darktripz]

MORTWIGHT - Et ego in Arcadia VHS

[thenighteternal]

Mortwight - A Lament for Charon

[thenighteternal]

Mortwight - Kalunga, the Ambient Dead