Nosvrolok

Years ago, a former non-Decibel coworker caught wind that I was digging into the grimy corners of the blackened underground.  This coworker – a Mr. Shuman – immediately targeted my mailbox for blast ‘n’ rasp overload.  Data CDs loaded with entire discographies of 3rd tier blasphemers with photocopied cover art, cast-off compilations, and duplicate copies…