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Where the Machines Hum, the Shadows Whisper, and Humanity Signs Its Own Release Papers

Helsinki doesn’t sleep in winter.
It only slows its pulse—just enough for the heavy-hearted, the sharp-minded, and the restlessly creative to slip through the cracks of the cold.
From one of those cracks rises FROZEN FACTORY, Finland’s progressive metal rock chimeras, emerging once again with something darker, heavier, and far more unsettling than anything they’ve unleashed before.

Because this time, they didn’t just make an album.
They drafted a prophecy.

Their fourth full-length release, Apocalypse Inc. (January 16th, 2026, Wormholedeath), stands like a brutalist monument in the frost: cold edges, sharp warnings, the kind of beauty that cuts your fingers if you touch it too long.

And touch it you will.

A pact with the void — and with Wormholedeath

The band’s decision to join Wormholedeath feels less like a contract and more like an alignment of celestial bodies.
The label’s dark, fervent energy meets FROZEN FACTORY’s cinematic heaviness in a way that suggests something inevitable—like two storm fronts converging into a supercell.

The group themselves put it bluntly: this is their most intense installment yet.

No arguments there.

From four strangers to a fully-formed force

The tale of FROZEN FACTORY begins in December 2018, when four musicians without a home found one in each other. Their first demo sessions drew the attention of British/Finnish vocalist Stephen Baker, whose arrival unlocked the band’s identity almost instantly—writing and recording “The Truth is So Dead” in a single day, like fate was impatient.

Their debut, Planted Feet, was not a timid first step.
It was a stomp—charged with social decay, environmental fractures, and the uneasy silence that surrounds them.

They hit the stage at the legendary Vernissa venue in early 2020, carrying the rawness of a band newly born and the conviction of one that’s been waiting its whole life to exist.

2021 brought Marianne Heikkinen, a drummer who plays as though rhythm itself owes her rent.
Then came The First Liquidation EP, then Of Pearls & Perils (2022)—a record that slipped past Finnish borders and into European radio towers, courtesy of its sharpened songwriting and atmospheric boldness.

2023–2024 added another layer of fire: Zsolt Szilagyi, whose lead guitar work (Dreamtale, After Infinity) brought the kind of melodic precision that can either heal or destroy, depending on the moment.

The sound — a constellation of shadows

FROZEN FACTORY never hides its influences.
Instead, they sculpt with them.

Pink Floyd’s introspection.
Iron Maiden’s gallop.
Alice in Chains’ decay-soaked harmonies.
Depeche Mode’s brooding pulse.

But the band never feels derivative.
Their sound is a hybrid creature—metal enough to bruise, progressive enough to provoke, atmospheric enough to haunt, and melodic enough to lure you deeper than you meant to go.

If metal had a film noir chapter, this band would write the score.
And Apocalypse Inc. is their darkest script.

APOCALYPSE INC.

A guided tour through the coming collapse

This album is not about the end of the world.
It’s about the people who sell it to you.

Themes spiral around power, manipulation, surrender, and the horrifying comfort of letting someone—or something—else steer the wheel of destiny. It’s an excavation of modern control systems: money, media, apathy, corruption. The slow erosion of agency. The smiling face of annihilation.

Track by track, Apocalypse Inc. reads like a classified report smuggled from corporate purgatory:

Track Highlights

  1. Apoca-Lip-Sync
  2. Can’t Fight The Spiral
  3. Call Off The Firing Squad
  4. Get More Stupid
  5. The Nothing I Want More
  6. Burning The Butterflies
  7. Slip Into Bed
  8. I Am But One
  9. Petrov’s Light
  10. There Are No Words
  11. Interstellar
  12. Out Of Office
  13. Reach Through The Waves (Feat. Riina Rinkinen)
  14. Happy Ending Not Included

Album Review — Voice of Noir Verdict

Apocalypse Inc. is FROZEN FACTORY at their most complete:
their most cinematic, their most furious, their most introspective.

The production is bigger, denser, and braver than before.
The guitars carve, the vocals hover between human and prophetic, the drums strike with surgical authority, and the bass often feels like the only honest heartbeat in a world of mechanical lies.

Lyrically, the band sharpened their blade.
This album doesn’t whisper its concerns—it reports them like evidence from a crime scene humanity is still pretending isn’t happening.

There’s growth here, but also something riskier: a willingness to be uncomfortable.
To be confrontational.
To be the mirror no one wants to look into.

This is not a background-listening record.
It is a narrative, a journey, a warning wrapped in distortion and atmosphere.

The Architects of the Apocalypse

Stephen Baker – Lead Vocals
Tomi Hassinen – Bass
Zsolt Szilagyi – Lead Guitar
Johnny Koivumäki – Rhythm Guitar
Marianne Heikkinen – Drums

Where to Find the Factory

Final Word

On January 16th, 2026, the world will finally get to read it—
echoing through cold Finnish nights, swallowing the silence with something heavier, truer, and disturbingly beautiful.

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