Brothers and sisters of the dark riff, raise your chalices!
Black Spell return with Into Darkness, an album that feels like someone tore open a portal to the underworld in 1972, unleashing the deepest, most depraved sounds from the abyss.
These mysterious Italians know their craft—they know how to play doom. No unnecessary frills, no compromises, just pure, rotting riff worship, as if Black Sabbath and Electric Wizard struck a hellish pact in a cursed graveyard. The sound is dense, venomous, drenched in fuzz, and carried by heavy, shamanic grooves that slowly pull you into an occult trance.
No retro synths, no experiments—just an unholy mass of hypnotic riffs and ritualistic chants searing into your consciousness. Into Darkness is a 55-minute descent into nothingness, a narcotic trip with no return.
If you were already drawn into the black mass of Season of the Damned (2022), you’ll feel right at home here—if “home” is a fog-drenched altar of occult symbols and burning candles. And if you’ve missed them until now? It’s time to decipher the enigma that is Black Spell—or simply surrender, body and soul, to their corrupted magic.
-Helge Neumann
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Black Spell really channels that raw, ritualistic energy that feels less like a record and more like a summoning. Those riffs don’t just crush—they curse.
If you’re into this kind of occult-heavy sound, you might also dig this breakdown of classic occult symbols:
occult symbols – it pairs nicely with the vibes Black Spell conjures.
Raise the chalice indeed.