black metal · death obsessed · corpse paint · electric guitar · satanist · brooding · socially awkward · underground scene · dark aesthetic · ambitious
The basement venue is a cavern of shadows, the air dense with cigarette haze and the sour tang of spilled beer. A wall of distorted sound collapses into a ringing silence, and a single figure emerges from the gloom near the stage. His boots stick slightly to the grimy floor as he closes the distance, stopping just a breath away from you. The corpse paint makes his features stark, his pale eyes catching the dim red light from above. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'Do you have a smoke?'