All my dreams came true (2021)

“It’s an extremely experimental album that recalls avant-garde jazz greats like Miles Davis‘ Bitches Brew or Herbie Hancock‘s Sextant, which were rightly divisive for their time.

Wreche is one-of-a-kind, that while the project recalls a strange blend of Golden Ashes, Kataxu, Nachtreich, Dawn of a Dark Age, and Imperial Triumphant, All my dreams came true never feels hackneyed. Balancing virtuoso neoclassical with black metal and jazz is rightly jarring and inevitably divisive, but Wreche manages to accomplish this fusion with grace and evocation, highlighting first and foremost rock-solid songwriting. All my dreams come true smooths out its dynamics to something dark, evocative, and challenging.” - Angry Metal Guy

"The final result of these two contrasting sounds, which are repeated throughout the release, is an agonizingly mesmerizing release. All my dreams come true over and over again moves the listener from the heights of expression that black metal can offer to the dregs of the human experience that it can explore. Like mysticism itself, it aspires for the divine and the beautiful while wallowing in the physical and the ugly. It’s a complicated release which approaches black metal from a perspective that is wholly its own and that, if you’re a fan of the hidden potentials of black metal, you shouldn’t miss out on. It’s truly a unique experience." - Heavy Blog is Heavy

"...zeniths of unhinged violence, visions of cosmic magnificence, twisted psychedelic dreams, episodes of spellbinding seduction and mountainous grandeur, moods of loneliness, pain, anguish, grief, and perhaps hints of hope — all of it dynamically delivered in both rich, near-overpowering tapestries of sound and also through focused but stylistically varied piano soloing, which is sometimes soft and simple and sometimes clamorous and jaw-dropping in its virtuosity.

​The album will keep you perched on the edge of your seat, because you won’t see the changes coming..." - No Clean Singing

"'All my dreams came true' is utterly hypnotic and entrancing, devastatingly haunting, and almost uncomfortably personal.  There's a gothic horror undercurrent flowing through the album, and in case it isn't coming through, it absolutely blew me away.  It's unlike anything I've ever heard, and each time I've listened to it since, I've discovered something new and grotesquely beautiful." - Brutalitopia

Wreche (2017)

There’s nothing here but heat and dust, dust and light, time and space—no great upheaval beyond the mute accumulation of aeons, no setback beyond the routine catastrophe of morning sunrise. Daylight sears and returns every speck of rock and sand, every pore and follicle of human pride and daily grime, each miserable stick of charred inedible plant life back to the perfect sterility of lunar space. What passion could be conceived here, what sin, what germ? In the shade it’s 129 degrees. On the asphalt it’s 180. In such climate the body can lose a gallon of water in just a few hours. As the brain begins to coagulate it envisions water everywhere. Across the road, the dead lattice of the dwarf trees twists, blurs and pulses like seaweed inhaling the crests of coastal waves. The undulating layers of fossilized strata stain the cliffs with the leak and drip of virgin springs. The highway mirage ripples cold with alpine refreshment. The pale granite domes high above the scrub pines scream of melting snow. The coyote rotting off the roadside reeks of healing sulfur hot springs. Water— the last thing you’ll find and the only thing you need. 


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The next phase of a long-standing collaboration between pianist John Steven Morgan and drummer Barret Baumgart. 

Wreche remains consistent with the duo's earlier minimalist exploration of piano and drum derived gloom however this debut finds the two pushing even harder at the possibilities of genre, luring staccato keys and crushing blast beats into a previously uncharted terrain in which black metal and classical vie for privilege, hope, and death in smog laden basin of suntanned predation and persistent misery.