Sol Moribundo Spain
Releasing the sounds of forsaken souls.
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BT is still my favorite of Lord Bill’s many fine projects: great mix of melancholy, humorous, and mysterious dungeon synth. Raindrops trickle down the giant, blood-red Anthurium leaves, nourishing the alluring toadstools bending beneath. Trickling inexorably, the raindrops make their way to the sea. There they help buoy flotsam floating after the storm, including one oily, weathered cap without its owner. As night falls, the northern lights dance like a colorful dirge upon the horizon.
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Returns to Roost
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Stellar music that’s perfect for your next nerdy activity.
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The Shadow of the Past
by Ithildin
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Erang’s dungeon synth masterpiece “A Blaze in Time” comes to cassette via Dungeons Deep Records.
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Dungeon synth king Erang returns with another dazzling LP, this one inspired by childhood “book & record” sets.
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supported by 9 fans who also own “Waking at Midnight”
A dreamy, beguiling, nostalgic dungeon synth quest through the shires. But, it's so much more than that. The LP incorporates some unique key changes, field recordings and a lot of Mort Garson style synth work. It sometimes reminds me of old 70's PG horror soundtracks. The record is addictive melancholy inspiration. The ideal music for accompanying the dawning morning of an epic adventure.
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Nuit De L'Enfer
by Nuit De L'Enfer
supported by 8 fans who also own “Waking at Midnight”
Concise, creepy, horror-cinematic dark ambient visions to bring you fertile nightmares. By flickering firelight the hag-witches stir their cauldron. Sickly green bubbles rise and pop with quick-silenced screams. Around the edges of the fire skeletons caper jauntily, their teeth chattering with forced mirth. They dance to the hollow thudding of skin drums freshly stretched from the flaying platforms. When the cursed church bells sound they turn as one and trudge resignedly into oblivion.
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