Post Mortem Superstar

The Whisky, West Hollywood, CA, June 14, 2023

Driven by artistic inclination and exuding enough energy to summon a thunderstorm is the underground’s own dirty little secret The Black Realm, a formidable maelstrom of Blackened Thrash Punk energy filtered through an infected heroin needle filled with melodicism, dark symbolism and a spite ridden agenda. Running on pure adrenaline and seething with an overabundance of vitriol Guitarist/Vocalist Corpse Dusty prowled the stage like an unchained wolf. His barbaric enunciations during opener “Awaken In Me” emitted dissatisfaction with existence itself. A deep rooted longing for more, obvious in the ferocity of his feral screams. The rhythm section comprised of the grievously drear yet acutely precise Mick on Bass and a dynamo of hurricane inducing motion named Screech on Drums punctuated the brackish melee of such cranium pounders as “Scream The Reaper” and the poetically titled grandiosity of “Lo To The Lullaby Of Death”. If in the deconstructed outer parameters of some alternate universe a group existed that melded Nirvana with Dissection then The Black Realm would be that very oddball creature itself, void of definition. With baited, rancid breath I anxiously await a full length, properly produced album. Sooner than later. Arthritic fingers crossed.

Thy Antichrist was summoned forth from the abyssic hinter realms to quell our morbid thirst for exotic black metal. Like a bulldozer from hell the devil’s kin rampaged the periphery, swarming like a rabid flock of famished vultures, eager to suck blood and tongue rotten meat. Serpentine Lord Andres Vargas led his troupe with witchy vocals that throttled your soul as his band hammered anti-christian rebellion into our anti-social craniums. Pounders such as “Cleaved From Flesh” and “Purifying Blade” deviously entered the foray of our dark subconscious, spanning transgressions of power and self belief. High octane riffs embedded themselves as if shot from an industrial powered nail gun, frenzied blast beats concaved our chest cavity’s like a jackhammer and the Lord of fevers and plagues sat upon his magical throne....utterly satisfied.

The almighty Post Mortem Superstar (PMS) opened for the one and only Otep at The Whisky on the Sunset Strip, and definitely made an everlasting impression on the early arrivals. Unleashing a set filled with imagination and intrigue, PMS played songs from their recently issued Which Witch Wroughts manifesto as well as other grim and unholy sonnets. Opening with a Backwards Drumming Intro featuring Tony F. Corpse of Willow Wisp infamy, the PMS army then slammed into a dark and deathly rendition of The Antagomist. PMS presented a stunning cover of MS Salmonella by underground legends Lifelover - one of the many highlights of their set.

Tony F. Corpse spent years defying the mundane in Willow Wisp, and his legacy continues tenfold within PMS Mr. Corpse is definitely one of the most entertaining and compelling drummers on this otherwise dismal planet - all this, and his sinister growling vocals penetrate deeply into your withered soul. Krystal Fantom is wickedly charasmatic and vibrantly talented on guitar and vocals while bassist Christopher Jackyl presents a thunderous low end filled with fiendish hellfire. Together, PMS unveil gloriously dark auditory art you’ll want to experience time and again!