For My Dying Bride, loss and despair are humanity's only constants, haunting every anguished gasp and crushing riff that they unleash. But their music isn't just bleak; it's wildly innovative as well. In the early '90s, the Brits dropped cuts like the frenzied “Erotic Literature” and the symphonic “My Hope, the Destroyer,” marrying doom's dark majesty to death metal's bile-churning squall. And the band didn't stop there: Shedding their more extreme traits, they also push doom into the goth zone, constructing epics like “L'Amour Detruit” from sinister melodies and deep, clean vocals dripping with existential pain.