Norska has been played on NTS shows including ZULI, with Autour du Néant first played on 26 October 2021.

"I first bore witness to the Norska hulk-smash in 2009, when I watched them blow an entire saloon seven blocks off its foundation. We were tapped, enrapt, oblivious to the floorboards tearing loose, the nails twisting free, the screws spitting and slicing like mad, errant bullets. As we caromed ’round the atmosphere, Norska had the grace to detail some of the finer celestial events with the hypnotic tranquility of “They Mostly Come at Night.” The transfixed earthbound regarded us as a shooting star until they realized we were, in fact, an airborne tavern hurtling toward the street at 667 miles per hour. That’s, like, Satan-fast. I escaped with minor injuries and a slack-jawed admiration for this Albany foursome that played with a heaviness accorded only the darkest of lords. Now you, too, may take flight, with the self-titled Norska EP: five tracks so snow-blind dense and epic you're better off waiting in a cave ’til the helicopters come. Led by Jim Lowder — that’s a “w” as in “double-u,” as in “way the hell Loud” — the group’s two-guitar campaign (Lowder and fellow feral marauder Dustin Rieseberg) smokes ears at both ends with bludgeoning riffage and thunder-belly stomp. This assault is battened by bassist Aaron Rieseberg’s (also of ye lordly Yob) lowdown snarl and drummer Jason Oswald’s bruiser of a swing. Like most inhabitants of expansive uncompromising metalscapes, Norska’s deadly proficient at altering tempos and switching gears multiple times in the same piece. But no matter the speed, the end result is multidimensional. Majestic glacial structures with a fire a-brew within. Even their lulls are hard-core, their repose relentless, harbingers of something wicked this way comes. “Two Coins for the Ferryman” navigates the languid waters of the underworld, headed toward a pounding, hungry seethe ascending Lowden's scalded windpipe to explode as universe-throttling damnation. (His voice truly is something to behold, from “Amnesia’s” full-bore charge to his final volcanic howl.) Album centerpiece “They Mostly Come at Night” — an “Aliens” (1986) reference, I do b’lieve — flows as Armageddon. “They mostly come at night … mostly,” sez li’l Newt, her carnage-hardened eyes scanning landscapes of morbid feasts and death debris. The track begins as a liquid cascade of scene-setting strings for exactly 2 minutes 15 seconds before hordes of otherworldly carnivores march across the horizon to feed. Their prey battles bravely for their lives, exchanging fire and screaming their last against combat’s brutal shadows. Respites are brief in “Cholera,” which, musically, devours everything sight, then rests for a moment under a shroud of thoughtful darkness before crushing and gnashing once more. Aaron Rieseberg’s bass lumbers, advances and swaggers through “Nobody One Knows”; Lowder and Dustin Rieseberg struggle mightily against its pull. In the parlance of Ronnie James Dio: \m/. This is all heavy, heavy, brutal stuff. These volume-mongers don’t trick-or-treat unless there’s a body count. Their EP shouldn’t be played until your bones and internals are properly moored. If your heart’s got the Southern Lord label on speed-dial and you prefer your tempos scathing and savage, then Norska’s the hellion tempest of your wildest fever dreams. Buy ’em, book ’em, live ’em." -Cory Frye