MY DYING BRIDE The Dreadful Hours Patch

In 2001, while nu-metal was busy making everything worse, My Dying Bride released The Dreadful Hours and quietly reminded the world what genuine grief sounds like when it's been handed a violin and a distortion pedal.

Doom-death doesn't get more essential than this. The Bradford five-piece had already spent a decade building one of the most emotionally devastating catalogues in extreme metal, and The Dreadful Hours sits near the top of it, all funeral pace and Aaron Stainthorpe poetry about love curdling into ash. A patch for this album on your jacket is a declaration of taste. It tells people you've listened to Turn Loose the Swans at midnight and meant it. The grunge and industrial crowd will get it. Most people won't. That's the point.

Embroidered patch, iron-on or sew-on. Fits vests, jackets, bags, and beanies. A cornerstone for any serious doom metal or gothic battle jacket build.