I've been on a tear for ultra-crunchy, industrialized black metal. One of those bands, right now, is Tristwood. Unknowns. They're very talented heathens and I find myself swinging my head about whenever they're playing near me. They've got a very intimidating, bleak sound to them. I imagine every song of theirs being in the middle of a blizzard. A blizzard in a factory. A blizzard in a factory that makes pentagrams. Yeah. Excuse my rambling, here's the mayhem:
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