
Metalcatto
For years, I’ve been avoiding Depressive Black Metal. Not because it’s too dark or emotionally draining, but because the quality can often be lower than the food you find at a gas station. Still, when I was handed the deeply underground Sad Black Goat and its Freudianly titled Back to the Mother’s Womb, my curiosity got the better of me. The rest of my instincts screamed “danger,” but here we are — diving right in.
