NAGA - BLACKENED DOOM METAL

NAGA is a 3-piece ensemble from Naples, Southern Italy, and basically that's all you need to know. Deeply grounded in the sulphurean atmosphere of their land, their aim is to deliver the biggest amount of distortion, heaviness and nihilism to your ears. No concept, no bullshits, no happiness, just sound of anger and frustration to exorcize and reflect the greyness and despair of contemporary world. That's all they are, that's all they do, that's all you'll find in their works from the first demo in 2013, in ‘Hēn’ (Fallo Dischi, La Fine, Shove Records, Lay Bare Recordings 2014), in ‘Inanimate’ (Lay Bare Recordings, Everlasting Spew Records, 2016) as well as in their newest offering ‘Void Cult Rising’ (Spikerot Records) where the band ventures into even more obscure territories, creating a scary monster of grieving Blackened Doom Metal. Using the words of frontman Lorenzo De Stefano “Void Cult Rising is a meditation on death from a personal perspective, like for example losing someone dear, but also a global one like the end of all things”.

BAND: NAGA

ALBUM: VOID CULT RISING

GENRE: BLACKENED DOOM METAL

LABEL: SPIKEROT RECORDS

TRACKLIST:

1. Only A God Can't Save Us

2. Melete

3. Bedim The Sun

4. Thanatou

5. Pyre

6. Void Cult Rising

LINE UP:

Lorenzo De Stefano - Guitar/Vocals

Emanuele Schember - Bass

Dario Graziano - Drums

For fans of: Triptykon, Unearthly Trance, Amenra

Recorded and mixed by Alessandro Pascolo between Auditorium Novecento and Sulfur City Studio (Naples, IT)

Mastered by James Plotkin (USA)

Artwork and layout: Abomination Imagery

PRESS :

"Avoid this album if you are suicidal" — Rozsdagyar Magazine (9/10) "The heaviest, darkest, blackest, sickest, and most anxiety inducing Doom I’ve heard all year" — Metal-Temple.com (10/10) "Naga will swallow you up for 45 minutes into their deepest abyss" — Bleeding4Metal.de (8.5/10) "The Sound is grim and raging, crushing and inconsolable" — No Clean Singing "An all-encompassing chill that starts at the base of your neck and travels down to your spine until you find yourself buried in melancholic bleakness" — Cvlt Nation