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Happy Friday The 13th! Here’s Werewolves In Siberia’s Slasher E

Idaho’s synth necromancers Werewolves In Siberia invoke the dread, with stentorian killer cam synths and stomping beats.

Happy Friday The 13th, witches and warlocks! Friday the 13th, of course, was considered a malefic influence by many, during religious times, but the sabbat would gather and dance.

Let’s get witchy, this unhallowed eve, but don’t go out in the woods tonight!

O, wait, i forgot…

We return to the realm of late ’70s/early ’80s sci-fi/slasher/thrillers, with this blurred-out transmission from the enigmatic Yves Malone.

Yves Malone is the evil phantom twin of Portland’s Adderall Canyonly, part of the smell but dedicated scene of producers who are making authentic anachronistic documents, recreating the sounds…

Step into Dr. Freudstein’s cobwebbed basement of horrors, with this essential soundtrack from Walter Rizzati.

The House By The Cemetery was a horror film from 1981, by infamous Italian giallo legend Lucio Fulci, completing his Gates Of Hell trilogy, began with The City Of The Living Dead and The Beyond. It tells the story of The Boyle family, who move into a creepy, rambling estate in Upstate New…

Perhaps no sound is as inherently linked with the horror genre as the pipe organ. From the immediately recognizable open strains of Bach’s “Tocata In Fugue In D Minor,” in 1932’s Doctor Jekyll And Mister Hyde, to the spectral romp of Carnival Of Souls, to dark and tormented geniuses like The Phantom Of The Opera or Captain Nemo in Disney’s 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, the pipe organ is used to…

Free jazz. Free fall. Aurora Borealis oscillators; sterling drones. Black matter. Black mass. Tribal epiphany. Drum machines. Vibes. Lonesome. Haunted. Floating.

Welcome to another edition of Horrorscores, where we transform yr waking thoughts into living nightmares.

Horrorscores traces the trajectory of music from horror movies themselves, music inspired by horror films, and music that gives…

Headlights cut through the fog; a lonesome trumpet cries in the night. Synthesizers fall like crystal rain on the parched, thirsty desert earth. “He won’t make it very far, I cut off his arms and legs.” “I want you to stop me.”

Welcome to another edition of Horrorscores, where we transform your waking thoughts into living nightmares. We’ve got a real gem this evening, a dusty treasure: Mark Isham