Burning Spear - Hail H.I.M. (1980)

Great deep reggae and a strong grower too. Recommended.

 

Jah see and know

Behexen - By the Blessing of Satan (2004)

Excellent raging trve Finnish black metal.

 

The sign of black pentagram 
burned deep in my heart

Six Organs of Admittance - School of the Flower (2005)

A relaxing dosage of psych folk. Primarily instrumental and acoustic but sometimes resorts to gentle vocals, background ambiance and electric freakouts. Also includes a sweet cover of Gary Higgins' Thicker Than a Smokey. One of the first albums I heard from SOOA's flawless discography.

Above all, there was fear. Fear of today, fear of tomorrow, fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourselves.

Dillinger - Cornbread (1979)

Laid back Jah praising reggae.

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Jessica Moss - Pools of Light (2017)

Jessica Moss is also known for playing violin and backing vocals  with A Silver Mt. Zion. Her solo work is contemporary classical built on loops on top of loops of violin, yielding an effective epic and melancholic result.  I saw her open for Godspeed You! Black Emperor and she noted that this album is about the refugees and masses who were/are daily forced to flee their war-torn home countries.

Entire populations.

Nurse With Wound - Dark Fat (2016)

Weird outsider music to get lost in the void to. If you think I'm gonna describe the sound of this album, good luck - it's just as warped as the album's aesthetics.

Man those live visuals were something.

We therefore changed our magical procedure. We went far out from the city into a hollow among the dunes. There we made a circle to protect the scribe and a triangle wherein the Abyss might manifest sensibly. We killed three pigeons, one at each Angle, that their blood might be a basis whereon the forces of evil might build themselves bodies. The name of the Dweller in the Abyss is Choronzon, but he is not really an individual. The Abyss is empty of being; it is filled with all possible forms, each equally inane, each therefore evil in the only true sense of the word --- that is, meaningless but malignant, in so far as it craves to become real. These forms swirl senselessly into haphazard heaps like dust devils, and each such chance aggregation asserts itself to be an individual and shrieks, "I am I!" though aware all the time that its elements have no true bond; so that the slightest disturbance dissipates the delusion just as a horseman, meeting a dust devil, brings it in showers of sand to the earth.  Choronzon appeared in many physical forms to Omnia Vincam, while I abode apart in my magical robe with its hood drawn over my face. He took the form of myself, of a woman whom Neuburg loved, of a serpent with a human head, etc. He could not utter the word of the Abyss, because there is no word; its voice is the insane babble of a multitude of senseless ejaculations; yet each form spake and and acted as if aping its model. His main object was to induce O.V. to leave the circle, or to break into it; so as to obsess him, to live in his life. O.V. had many narrow escapes, and once Choronzon made a long speech at a great pace to keep O.V. so busy writing it down that he would not notice that sand was being thrown from the Triangle so as to obliterate the Circle. The torrent of obscene blasphemy was beyond his power to keep up, concentration being impossible. It became an incoherent series of cries; then suddenly, perhaps catching the idea from O.V.'s mind, the demon began to recite Tom o"Bedlam.  There was now a gap in the Circle; and Choronzon, in the form of a naked savage, dashed through and attacked O.V. He flung him to the earth and tried to tear out his throat with froth-covered fangs. O.V. invoked the names of God and struck at Choronzon with the Magical Dagger. The demon was cowed by this courageous conduct and writhed back into the Triangle. O.V. then repaired the Circle; Choronzon resumed his ravings, but could not continue. He changed once more into the form of the woman whom O.V. loved, and exercised every seduction. O.V. stuck to his guns and the dialogue took other forms. He tried to shake O.V.'s faith in himself, his respect for me, his belief in the reality of Magick, and so on. At last all the energy latent in the blood of the pigeons was exhausted by the successive phantoms, so that it was no longer able to give form to the forces evoked. The Triangle was empty.  During all this time I had astrally identified myself with Choronzon, so that I experienced each anguish, each rage, each despair, each insane outburst. My ordeal ended as the last form faded; so, knowing that all was over, I wrote the holy name of BABALON in the sand with my magical ring and arose from my trance. We lit a great fire to purify the place and destroyed the Circle and Triangle. The work had lasted over two hours and we were both utterly exhausted, physically and in every other way. I hardly know how we ever got back to Bou Saâda.

Sunn O))) - Live Paris (2006)

O))) nerds this is for you. Audio recording of Sunn O)) complimented by Malefic of Xasthur live in Paris, Point Ephémère, 17.2.2006. Malefic sounds like a dementor sucking your soul into riffgantic monoliths, slowly... #nowblazingto

To stop means simply to die

Interkosmos - Интеркосмос (2009)

Aka Hypnotizer. Spaced out, mellow, transcendental psychedelic rock with occasional hypnotic vocals. Far out trip material. Interkosmos is Dave Schmidt and Pablo Carneval, both of legendary Electric Moon, plus Sergio Ceballos. Among the best psychedelic music can offer.

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