"Corpsepaint is an imaginative, doom-laden foray into the contested domain coupling black metal's disabused hostility to liberal-capitalist ideology with an ethereal and perforce transgressive henosis of hate." --Edia Connole, co-author of Floating Tomb: Black Metal Theory

"Novels about rock bands are usually just that: novels about rock bands: depictions, imitations. Peak's Corpsepaint is much more than that. It captures the dark spirit, howling aesthetic and nihilistic philosophy of black metal and makes it the motor of the fiction. A grim and unforgiving book that steps deeply into the darkness and invites you to follow." --Brian Evenson, author of A Collapse of Horses

"Beautifully, wonderfully, tragically dismal! Thought provoking horror that reaches deep inside you, rips out your still-beating heart, then asks you to consider what it means." --Amber Fallon, author of The Warblers

"Sliding into darkness and doom like a tourbus on black ice, Corpsepaint starts harder and darker than most poser potboilers finish, with a true metalhead's understanding that the real demons of nihilistic aggression and self-destruction are more diabolical than anything Tipper Gore thought she heard playing Stained Class backwards. When the amoral engine of metal madness reveals its true philosophy and purpose, the grimy walls falls away and the intimate green-room misery becomes a coldly glorious symphony of cosmic horror. Get in the pit with this one. You won't want to come out... and it won't let you." --Cody Goodfellow, Wonderland Award-winning author of All-Monster Action and Sleazeland

"A work of true cosmic horror set in the death-tinged world of the black metal scene. Peak drags the reader below ground to confront forces seeking to spread a powerful, ancient darkness. Corpsepaint is a bleak, terrifying ride." --Michael Griffin, author of The Human Alchemy

"This book is brutal in the way only stoner metalheads can say the word. But it's also brutal in the way only real lived human suffering is. Total, unending and strangely life affirming if you can manage to walk away from its wreckage in any way intact. Corpsepaint bludgeons the senses with an eerie alchemy of occult dread, jackbooted human malevolence and surprisingly affecting sorrow. The spell cast here by Peak perfectly conjures up a sensation of being lost on a winter night in the woods and knowing that something ancient and inhuman watches your every step, marking you as trespasser and seeing you for what you know you truly are: alone." --Tony McMillen, author of An Augmented Fourth

"Gripping and mythic, bleak in a way that makes nihilism look cozy; if there"s a darker metal than black, this book is it." --Christine Morgan, author of The Raven's Table

"Corpsepaint is a bleak descent into the romance of drugs, decay, the occult, and black metal. This one will stay with you like the voice of a choir singing from the surface of long dead distant planets." --Christopher Slatsky, author of Alectryomancer and Other Weird Tales

"Peak knows his metal, and abuses that muse, offering uncanny insight into the frontiers of fringe culture. Max, Roland, and Seph are sadly believable, despite their world being profoundly darker than even they had morbidly dreamed. No punches are pulled. No killer riff left unplayed. Corpsepaint pushed all three of my buttons: Extreme Metal, Lovecraftian Horror, and GOATS!" --Nathan Carson, author of Starr Creek, drummer of Witch Mountain