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Pre-owned but unplayed - comes with a small seamsplit on top

2023 edition sold exclusively by subscription as part of the series best of Hard Rock and Metal by editor De Agostini 

This edition is truely faithful and replica of the original Century Media release, if not for a small "De Agostini" logo placed on the back cover 

Huge mediabook includes 2x Red Vinyls + 7" ep red vinyl,  24 pages booklet, 2 posters and band photo print

gatefold, 24 pages booklet, 2 posters

black and white swirl vinyls

A deluxe 3LP set housed in luxurious casewrapped slipcase; including a 20 page booklet with lyrics, artwork by Ketola (Watain, Kaamos), introduction by Metalion (Slayer magazine), liner notes by the band, old flyer designs and more. The set also includes a previously unreleased track, “Priest of Mendes”.

Sold out since a few years, here comes a new press in 'Aside-Bside' effect greeen with black vinyls

Emotionally raw and brutally savage release following in the tradition of 2015's Arpitanian Lands. Enisum have managed to mix elements of atmospheric black metal and doom metal into ten perfect songs for this album.


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Voidescent is a Spanish black metal band that originated under the name Andhord. Having released a series of independent demos and EPs, the band underwent a significant artistic transformation to embrace a new chapter in their musical exploration, reflecting a deeper commitment to a darker and more mature concept. This evolution was initially announced in 2018 with the digital release of their first EP, Eleven Into Nox, and has now culminated in their debut album, Dust and Embers.

Dust and Embers is a musical exploration that delves into the mystical realm of mortality and introspection. With their debut, Voidescent weaves a narrative that embraces the awe-inspiring force of death, inviting listeners to contemplate its profound teachings and crushing might.

Within the sharp destructive melodies and piercing lyrics of Dust and Embers lies a transformative journey. It traverses the depths of human existence, unraveling the enigmatic nature of mortality and the profound lessons where life and death intertwine. It prompts introspection, urging us to explore the mysteries of our own existence and contemplate the timeless truths that lie within the realms of our own consciousness.

Voidescent beckons those who are intrigued by the mystical aspects of existence, inspiring them to explore the profound depths of destructive transformation

Darkness is falling. A cold wind blows from the snow-covered Carpathians, making the windows rattle and the corners of the house creak. Something is coming, eyes flashing red in the night and its footprints filled with grave dirt. What nocturnal terror is this? Why, it’s the arrival of the long-awaited third album by The Coffinshakers, folks.

While most bands quickly lose the spark, The Coffinshakers have stayed relevant – eternal like the undead. Though humor is their hallmark, there is also poignancy and something genuinely spine-tingling in their rugged, melancholy ballads. And this new offering shows them at the height of their baleful, campy power. They truly are a band that ages like fine wine – although vampires, of course, never drink… wine.

Much will be familiar to dedicated fans. Rob’s trademark malevolent chuckles still reverberate with sardonic glee, the deep rumble of his voice continuing to send all yellow-bellies hiding behind the barn. At the same time, his vocals have gained in both power and subtleness. The same goes for the guitar, bass, and drum work, now incorporating a broader array of classic Americana influences. These unholy badmen have drunk the blood straight from the neck of the authentic country, bluegrass, folk and other rootsy music of inbred US backwaters – and it has made their fangs sharper than ever.

And though The Coffinshakers still ride forth with tongue firmly planted in cheek, there is a new apocalyptic urgency to their third offering. From the marching drums of the desolate “Graves, Release Your Dead” to the echoing vocals of “River of Souls” and the cathartic cataclysm of “Down in Flames”, it all forebodes the imminent end of the whole dirty enchilada of existence. The band’s flippancy comes with a genuinely unsettling kernel of darkness – and black humor is always the most satisfying. Vampires may not cry, but we all know they laugh wickedly as they rise from the bone orchard.

Darkness is falling. A cold wind blows from the snow-covered Carpathians, making the windows rattle and the corners of the house creak. Something is coming, eyes flashing red in the night and its footprints filled with grave dirt. What nocturnal terror is this? Why, it’s the arrival of the long-awaited third album by The Coffinshakers, folks.

While most bands quickly lose the spark, The Coffinshakers have stayed relevant – eternal like the undead. Though humor is their hallmark, there is also poignancy and something genuinely spine-tingling in their rugged, melancholy ballads. And this new offering shows them at the height of their baleful, campy power. They truly are a band that ages like fine wine – although vampires, of course, never drink… wine.

Much will be familiar to dedicated fans. Rob’s trademark malevolent chuckles still reverberate with sardonic glee, the deep rumble of his voice continuing to send all yellow-bellies hiding behind the barn. At the same time, his vocals have gained in both power and subtleness. The same goes for the guitar, bass, and drum work, now incorporating a broader array of classic Americana influences. These unholy badmen have drunk the blood straight from the neck of the authentic country, bluegrass, folk and other rootsy music of inbred US backwaters – and it has made their fangs sharper than ever.

And though The Coffinshakers still ride forth with tongue firmly planted in cheek, there is a new apocalyptic urgency to their third offering. From the marching drums of the desolate “Graves, Release Your Dead” to the echoing vocals of “River of Souls” and the cathartic cataclysm of “Down in Flames”, it all forebodes the imminent end of the whole dirty enchilada of existence. The band’s flippancy comes with a genuinely unsettling kernel of darkness – and black humor is always the most satisfying. Vampires may not cry, but we all know they laugh wickedly as they rise from the bone orchard.

Edition in "coke bottle" translucent green vinyl 

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Origin #02 features a collection of musical tracks and ideas that Magnus initially began crafting between 2003 and 2009. It wasn't until 2012-13 that he meticulously curated these tracks and embarked on a creative journey to bring them to completion. This album offering a diverse yet coherent palette of soundscapes and emotions.
Warm groovy rhythms set the pace while we drift through deep electronica washed by waves of ethereal pads and mesmerizing melodies.

The overarching concept of the Origin series is to breathe new life into previously unfinished musical pieces, allowing them to finally emerge into the world, free from obscurity.

Written and produced by Magnus Birgersson in Studio Jupiter, Gothenburg, Sweden and remastered by Robert Elster in 2023. 

Origin #02 features a collection of musical tracks and ideas that Magnus initially began crafting between 2003 and 2009. It wasn't until 2012-13 that he meticulously curated these tracks and embarked on a creative journey to bring them to completion. This album offering a diverse yet coherent palette of soundscapes and emotions.
Warm groovy rhythms set the pace while we drift through deep electronica washed by waves of ethereal pads and mesmerizing melodies.

The overarching concept of the Origin series is to breathe new life into previously unfinished musical pieces, allowing them to finally emerge into the world, free from obscurity.

Written and produced by Magnus Birgersson in Studio Jupiter, Gothenburg, Sweden and remastered by Robert Elster in 2023.