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IMMORTAL – Live Shows From 1993, 1995 To Be Released In May

https://bravewords.com/black-death/immortal-live-shows-from-1993-1995-to-be-released-in-may/

#IMMORTAL #LiveShowsFrom #ToBeReleasedInMay #tour #newrelease #BraveWords #metal #music

The overlords of so called #AI will never allow #UBI to replace wages when their creation destroys the jobs and lives of billions of people.

Its not just because they are greedy, #HyperCapitalist motherfuckers who want to keep all the #money for themselves. What are they saving all that #cash for anyway? #Hell?

I think its actually because these motherfuckers truly believe that #TheRaptureOfTheNerds will allow them to merge their minds with their machines and transcend onto a higher plane of existence becoming #immortal silicon based beings living as gods in the #Metaverse / #Matrix. (minus their legs obvs) Something like that anyway. Some of them seem to think the #Singularity is the #EndTimes of the Bible now too. The rapture of the nerds === #TheRapture apparently.

#ScienceFiction books of the last 100 years have a lot to answer for. It appears that when authors write about #dystopia everyone on earth gets a dystopian reality sooner or later. We should have stuck with 19th century Romantic poets and writers as our guides to the future. William Morris was right. Again.

99.9999% of humanity won't get the "AI" rapture future. Of course we fucking won't, for a start #Theil and co are massive racists so only white billionaires will be allowed in their metaverse. We will left to die in the gutter while the motherfuckers live a life of digital bliss.

At least the machines in the Matrix movies had a use for the rest of humanity. Somehow our bodies generated electricity for the machines. Better yet the machines were actually kind enough to plug all the humans minds into the Matrix to keep them acquiescent. I wouldn't mind living in a simulation of 1990s #NYC right now. Its a hell of a lot better than the second quarter of 21st century has turned out to be.

There is a very important question that the "AI" supreme beings have forgotten. Which is _*"Who keeps the #datacenters running?"*_ What happens to these silicon gods when the power goes out or the cooling water runs dry? They are not so omnipotent now are they?

When the rest of humanity decides that having vast #datacenters is killing the planet and turns them off. When those of us left behind decide to do something far better and important and turn off the useless, redundant datacenters. When we realise we hated the supreme beings all along and collectively say "fuck you" and turn everything off. When we are all wiped out by an ecological catastrophe / nuclear war / asteroid strike or other extinction level event and there is no one left to keep the lights on.

When any of that happens these bastards will die twice. Once when they give up their physical form to "live" in the Matrix and once when the lights go out in their virtual world. Good. The motherfuckers deserve to die multiple times for what they are doing to #humanity and the Earth. I say _*"Kill em all and let their digital gods sort them out."*_

May what ever gods, goddesses and other supreme beings there may be have mercy on us all.

Hail Eris.

KICK OUT THE JAMMS MOTHERFUCKERS!

'Immortal freedom fighters': Prez Murmu pays homage to the martyrs of Jallianwala Bagh #Immortal #PrezMurmu #JallianwalaBagh #socialnewsxyz

https://www.socialnews.xyz/2026/04/12/immortal-freedom-fighters-prez-murmu-pays-homage-to-the-martyrs-of-jallianwala-bagh/

Diablo Immortal (mobile ARPG) gets a crossover with DOOM: The Dark Ages, expect medieval‑futurist carnage and BRUTAL vibes 💀

From April 16, as part of DOOM's marketing push, a limited event adds new cosmetics inspired by доспехов Палача Рока, weapon skins echoing the saw‑shield and the universal chain, dungeon runs where regular demons are replaced by DOOM monsters, and exclusive rewards, including a pet cacodemon.

#SteamAndEpic #DOOM #Immortal #Diablo #BRUTAL #DOOMs

🔥 New trailer for Bylina, Far Far Games set a release date: April 20 on Steam. An isometric hack'n'slash in the Diablo vein, soaked in Slavic folklore and the rowdy energy of Korol i Shut, style songs. Less than two weeks to go, WILD.

You play Sokolik: a fame-chasing warrior who died and returned as a vessel for a mysterious spirit. Expect fights with legendary foes like Koshchei the Immortal and the Nightingale‑robber, plus a hu...

#SteamAndEpic #Far #Nightingale #Koshchei #Immortal #Sokolik

#Ukraine #Tymoshenko #immortal #horror
Are you done? Who called her? The immortal is back! A hook for traitors and informers https://mastodon.social/@zoogger/116365117263553779

anonymous radio signal: https://tinyurl.com/radio-signal

#Ukraine #Tymoshenko #immortal #horror
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радіо сигнал (анонімно): https://tinyurl.com/radio-signal

When it comes to snakes and music, I’m a simple man. I think of Testament’s Brotherhood of the Snake, High on Fire’s Snakes for the Divine, Deicide’s Serpents of the Light, and Sir Mix-a-Lot. And now Philadelphia’s Crotaline1 slithers in flaunting first-wave-of-black-metal ballads rife with references to snake genitalia. Black metal’s second wave garners most of the attention, having shaped what most consider to be the genre’s trve north, but Mayhem, Darkthrone, Immortal, and Emperor never would have become what they are without Bathory’s lo-fi virulence, Venom’s proto-thrashed, punk-informed edgelording, and Celtic Frost’s sinister atmospheres and doomy trudges. First-wave black metal fairly characterizes what Crotaline provides on debut The Embrace of Cloacal Desire, as it’s ridden with direct, unadorned riffing, torturous plods, and a classically DIY aesthetic. Crotaline’s debut sounds like a blast, and I hope it is—my anaconda don’t want none unless it’s got fun, hun.

In many senses, The Embrace of Cloacal Desire is a primitive album. Crotaline relates carnal tales of ophidian lust in straightforward spurts of stripped-down metal, preferring uncomplicated riffs and instrumentation to deliver their herpetological gospel. In this way, Crotaline reminds me more of Hellhammer than Bathory or Celtic Frost. Tom G. Warrior’s (Triptykon) first project,2 Hellhammer distinguished itself more for its chaos and enthusiasm than its execution. Similarly, The Embrace of Cloacal Desire attacks with zealous verve, flitting through nine tracks of intermittently thrashy and doom-laden black metal. Despite the bold mashup of genres, though, Crotaline never quite brings their fangs within striking distance.

The Embrace of Cloacal Desire by Crotaline

Two primary issues plague The Embrace of Cloacal Desire, and each boils down to the same root cause—simplicity. While the drums supply a commendable rhythmic thunder, mostly Crotaline’s performance either plays too safe or lacks the technical firepower to achieve big moments. After a protracted minute-and-a-half intro, opener “Breeding the End” gets properly started. Unleashing a classic thrash riff recalling Bonded by Blood-era Exodus, a peppy bass groove joins in to underpin the melody. The pace slows at the chorus, cutting to a second riff before wending back to the main one. “Widow’s Web” kicks in next, treating listeners to a Venom-meets-Bathory hook that, just like the preceding song, tamps the brakes for vocals and a bridge. The pattern wears thin quickly, and The Embrace of Cloacal Desire suffers from this constricted songwriting—particularly in the back half. Too many half-formed ideas reach for big moments, only to topple into funereal crawls. For an album dedicated to dangerous snakes and sex organs, too often I’m left unthrilled and unfulfilled.

Ultimately, the lack of memorable passages and songs leaves The Embrace of Cloacal Desire as drab and listless as a shed snakeskin. Solid building blocks reside in Crotaline’s DNA, but the shapes of their assembled structures never coalesce into more than their constituent components. Where varying tempos can effectively lead to dynamic pacing and musical climaxes, Crotaline’s overuse of the fast-to-slow momentum shifts undercuts their songwriting. “As the Serpents Feast” exits the chorus and launches into a punky bridge begging for a wailing solo, but instead delivers an understated, unconvincing lead lacking excitement and dexterity. “Red Moon of Despair” starts promisingly enough, yet drops to a two-minute slog of glacial pacing. The same framework repeats on “Beneath the Reeds,” and yet again on “Hemipenes; The Embrace of Cloacal Desire.” Rather than mirroring a narrative or cleverly subverting expectations, these pivots can seem haphazard or lazy, leading to either frustration or boredom.

In spite of a great album concept and comparisons to bands I enjoy, Crotaline’s debut fails to charm my snake. Predictable songwriting and uninspired performances make The Embrace of Cloacal Desire’s thirty-five minutes feel longer than they are, and no song manages to entirely sidestep these issues. Even so, it takes guts to write this wild shit, and even more so to memorialize these ideas in song. Venom lurks within Crotaline, but the band needs to retool their bite. Hopefully they can figure it out and give us a rousing sophomore resurgence. Until then, I’m left to wonder if maybe I’m bored with it, or maybe it’s Crotaline.

Rating: Bad
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: WAV
Label: Liminal Dread Productions
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: April 3rd, 2026