The Lisbon Corridors: How a city of seven hills became the unlikely capital of European funeral doom.
For two weeks in November I drove 1,400 kilometers across the Iberian peninsula chasing the sound of amplifiers pushed past their limit. What I found wasn't a scene so much as a quiet, deliberate network — three labels, two basement venues, and a generation of players who treat heaviness as craft, not costume. This is what that looks like from the inside.