Ghosts of Dinmin: A Black Metal Interlude in Demmin
From my own little doom metal universe, the two nights in Demmin felt less like stepping outside than walking a parallel path. Doom often reaches beyond place, carrying its gravity inward, into memory and mind. Black metal here tore the night open in frenzy, tied to the earth, to ruins and red brick, to the woods themselves. Different shades, but both speaking with ghosts, both turning music into ritual.
