Review Summary: A transmission from the stars
To SPUTNIK-MUSIC
Sector Trisagion-North
To Maxim Xyphor
Personal and Official
DATE: 25 February 25
FROM:
Dr. Karl Fronzen, consultant SPUTNIK-MUSIC, doctor of Melodic Metal Studies, laureate of the Featured List (’23, ’24, and ’25), proprietor of all things heavy, melodic, and riffy.
THEME: “Exogalactic”
CONTENTS: concerning activity regarding Xoth in the system of humanity on Earth
Dear Maxim!
Let me first preface this correspondence with an urgent plea to take this with utmost importance!! I have been dwelling on these thoughts since December 2023 but could never gain proper clearance to publish or even bring up in mere conversation the bulk of my research. It is preposterous the limitations such structured bureaucracy imposes on what ought to be accessible and public scientific knowledge, especially when the subject matter is as dire as this!! Listen closely, I fear I don’t have a lot of time as I am writing this outside normal protocol.
In my routine scans of the Spotify Institute of Auditory Science’s extensive databases of death metal, I came across the most curious offering. Look—I know it sounds crazy given our research on the
Invasion of the Tentacube and
Interdimensional Invocations—but this one is, well, different. I overrode the SIAS’ premium service and wired you access to this, this thing. It is called
Exogalactic. I’ve never seen such an anomaly within our scope of Xothian research. Unlike its predecessors it is too accessible. Streamlined, mainstream, catchy. What the hell is going on here man?? This niche they’ve carved out for themselves, are they betraying their very underground roots? Whatever the hell is going on, its not good. They’re planning something, I know it. That is why you have to listen immediately. Get the word out. Warn everyone. Even as I type this I fear for my sake, they must know, they must… Strange individuals following me home late after leaving the lab, worrying my family sick, what can we even do??
Oh god, I think they’re here. I thought I’d be safe in the R-Y-M Confinement Zone.
No…no! Let me finish typing this! I…I need to…they’re in my head! Gahhh!
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Director Xyphor, I must apologize
There is no need for any alarm
I have seen……everything
They have shown me the limits, the constraints, the very fragility of the fabric of everything we’ve ever thought to be true
Yes, yes, of course, I know what you’re thinking
Who is they, but the very Xoth we have devoted every waking hour since 2014 dissecting?
Exogalactic is a blueprint
Instructions
A map…
Subgenre nomenclature is as irrelevant as the flesh we wear
The stars sing the song of black metal, technical death metal, and thrash
It is……
Beautiful
The mixture of clashing sounds, bound together in metaphysical harmony
Fast, nonstop, technical riffing
Melodies from the cosmos
39 minutes of bliss
Their crowning achievement
A monument to the ancients…
I…
I can see them…
Celestial architects
The edifice reflects
Reminds us of who we are
The map to the stars…
