Sanguinum Vindicta

by Ashen Horde

Released 2014
Mandol Records
Released 2014
Mandol Records
Blackened, prog-infused metal from the grim depths of Hollywood.
From the darkest depths of Hollywood, far beneath the streets that shimmer with the tears of failed actors and
washed-up musicians, comes Ashen Horde.

Dripping with all of the glitz, glamour, filth and flagrance of the Sunset Strip, Ashen Horde is a one-man project that embraces the dark, vile underbelly of Hollywood, while shunning the commercialism for which it is most known.

Drawing influence from the crème de la extreme, Ashen Horde celebrates the darker side of metal in all its grim glory. Inspired by bands ranging from Immortal to Enslaved, and Tulus to Strapping Young Lad, this is blackened prog-metal art at its finest. It’s technical and crushing, yet at times darkly melodic.

Sánguinum Vindicta, Ashen Horde’s debut full length, was written and performed entirely by creator Trevor Portz.
Acting as the second chapter of a trilogy, it continues the dark fantasy tale that was introduced on the EP Ab Initio,
released in 2013. Picking up where Ab Initio left off, Sánguinum Vindicta tells a story of loneliness and longing, resurrection
and revenge. While each song can stand alone, together they form a linear narrative.

Stylistically, Portz refers to Ashen Horde as “blackened metal.” While firmly rooted in black metal tradition, Sánguinum Vindicta incorporates elements from a number of extreme genres. From the thrash-heavy riffs of “The Gauntlet” to the pagan-metal flavor of “The Burden of Sorrow,” Ashen Horde refuses to be stereotyped.

“I spent a lot of time just planning and writing the album, trying to make it cohesive, both musically and lyrically.
It was far from quick or painless, but was ultimately satisfying.”

Unfettered by the need to conform, unaffected by popular trends, uncastrated by plastic production, Ashen Horde represents the true underground spirit. This is music for Hollywood starlets, Vegas harlots, and anyone looking to taste their own dark side.

Who needs streets paved with gold, when they’re already so perfectly black?