Let’s get this straight before we go any further:If you’re googling “gothic vampire corset,” you’re not looking for soft aesthetics, fairy wings, or TikTok-friendly cosplay bullshit.You’re looking for something darker,
This article is written for everyone who’s been burned by fake “safety systems” — employees who trusted HR, artists who trusted the industry, and anyone who’s realized that the people
Look, let’s get one thing straight before we even start. I’m not here to sell you a crystal, a gratitude journal, or a £90 juice cleanse that makes you shit
Listen up, you beautiful freaks. Have you ever felt that primal surge, that electric jolt when a riff hits you right in the gut, only to realize the band's just
If you’ve ever listened to a track that makes you smirk at the chaos around you instead of apologizing for existing, congratulations — you’ve found your kind of poison. This
“You’re not being protected. You’re being programmed.” That’s the line no one wants to admit, because deep down, you already know it’s true. Every click, every “fact-check,” every algorithm isn’t there
When people hear lingerie, they think bedroom. When they hear corset, they think costume. But when you step into the gothic underground, these two elements fuse into something far more
The goth and metal scenes were never built for Instagram filters. They were forged in dive bars, rehearsal basements, and festivals that reek of piss, beer, and blood. Yet here
Elitism stinks. It’s the perfume of cowards who can’t survive without standing on someone else’s skull. It’s the rotting carcass of “I’m better than you” sprayed with Chanel hypocrisy and
Hello, my little venomous vipers! Lina here, ready to talk about something that’s been on my mind—and on my body—for a very, very long time. Forget the frills, the long
They always said loyalty was sacred. They dressed it up in promises, in eye contact, in that sacred grip of flesh to flesh — the handshake. But trust was their
Toxic influencer culture is a parasite dressed in designer clothes, screaming empowerment while dripping validation-lust. It sells you “freedom” with one hand and tightens the leash with the other. From
Greetings, dark souls. Xavi here, emerging from the shadows to take you on a deep, immersive journey through the mystical grounds of M’era Luna 2025. This isn’t a history rewind—we’ve
You could almost hear the Wacken Open Air 2025 crowd whispering prayers as that storm rolled in—only to have us scream defiance in reply. That’s what this year was: not
Mainstream metal is a fucking corpse on life support. A hollowed‑out skeleton of what once bled, roared, and terrified parents into thinking their kids were on the fast track to
Latex and vinyl. Two fabrics that don’t just dress you — they confront the world for you. They squeak when you move, shine under lights like they were dipped in
Sweden Rock 2025 wasn’t a festival. It was a four-day exorcism in the mud — beer, blood, and riffs sprayed across Norje like holy water for the damned. And since
I saw the headlines: the Swedish government is “worried” about low birth numbers and wants answers. Here’s mine, straight and unfiltered, from a blackmetalhead who builds songs out of rage
