
Like a spiked fist through the stained-glass window of heavy metal tradition, Midnight emerges, a sonic entity forged in the crucible of Cleveland's grimy underground. Not a band so much as a primal scream, Midnight, helmed by the enigmatic Athenar, vomits forth a concoction of black metal venom, sleazy speed metal swagger, and punk rock defiance. Imagine Venom wrestling Motörhead in a dive bar while Discharge soundtracks the brawl. Since their emergence in the early 2000s, Midnight has carved a relentless path, punctuated by releases like "Satanic Royalty" and "Rebirth by Blasphemy," albums that redefined extremity without sacrificing a shred of catchy, headbanging riffage. They've toured relentlessly, spreading their gospel of filth and fury across continents, building a devoted following who crave the band's unapologetically raw and visceral live performances. Midnight's impact lies not just in their music, but in their attitude: a middle finger to the polished, sanitized world of modern metal. Athenar's vision is singular: to create music that is dangerous, rebellious, and above all, FUN. Their latest output continues this trajectory, a testament to Midnight's unwavering commitment to sonic depravity.