dark folk

The importance of magic –
Creating space for the extraordinary is an art form

by France de Griessen

Photo by Catherine James


“There is a place in the heart that/ will never be filled / a space / and even during / the best moments / and / the greatest times.” Charles Bukowski (You get so alone at times that it just makes sense)

The universe is full of magical things and insightful signs.

However, like the sun is sometimes completely out of sight, hidden behind the thickest winter fog and grey skies, it can be hard to connect with it when going through certain moments or chapters of our lives. Magic can seem out of reach or, worse, forever gone.

How I experience the world and everyday life is a rare and precious gift I am very grateful for. It also comes with frequently struggling with finding balance and peace.

I have so much joy to share and so much darkness in me that I still wonder how can these two coexist with such intensity within the same person? And what to do with such parameters?

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Fake Artists

by PH Mazza

PH Mazza - Fake Artists


The story behind “Fake Artists”, although still recent, dates back to mid 2019 where I was invited to go to one of those hipster parties in an abandoned loft called “Solar dos Abacaxis”, something that the artistic bourgeoisie loves to turn into a stage for events (kind of like a reference to the Berlin experience, but which is already dated by the clichéd pedantry of this same privileged/intellectual bubble).

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The world is rotten, and somebody needs to sing the blues about it.

by Uncle Wormwood

The world is rotten, and somebody needs to sing the blues about it. by Uncle Wormwood
Not necessarily me, but hey, I’m doing it anyways!

I am Uncle Wormwood, the harbinger of doom & gloom, a one-man band from the mountains of central Finland, specializing in doom-blues, death-country and folk-noir. Armed with home-made percussions, shitty guitars, and a deep growly voice, I’m on a mission to spread my gospel of death and destruction all over the world.

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Here comes the raven flying by

by HELGA

Here comes the raven flying by
I’ve always been drawn to the feeling of flying up high in the sky or swimming in the deepest waters. I can’t swim. I can’t fly. But these are all possible in the dream world. I can make music, so this is one way for me to bring it into the physical, waking world and make it palpable. My debut EP “Nebulous” is an outcome of this.

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