From Bandcamp, "Following a widely acclaimed 2025 demo, JUNON's debut album "The Golden Citadel of the Astral Sphere" emerges as a singular vision of occult, psychedelic black metal — raw, theatrical, and unbound by convention. Warping second-wave black metal through psychedelic rock, avant-garde songwriting, and wild, virtuosic female vocals, JUNON conjure a sound both fierce and hallucinatory: unsettling, ecstatic, and strangely beautiful. Enhanced by the cover and inner artwork of Sindre Foss Skancke, the album culminates in the 21-minute closing track "Dolorosa," where JUNON's black metal is torn apart and reassembled into something spectral, dramatic, and deeply otherworldly."

"Propheten der blauen Flamme" is the first song. An 11-minute beast, it begins like the spreading of a deadly disease, with aggressive drumming, filthy vocals, and guitar riffs that buzz like flies on a carrion. There is definitely an avant-garde quality to the music…ducking in and out of ambient passages that make the darkness that much more noticeable. The female vocals are also wicked, and they seem to speak about a ritual sacrifice on the way. "Unterm Glutmond" is six-and-a-half minutes of raw, ritualistic Black Metal. The riffs are harrowing, and they fill the dungeon with sonority that burns like a bonfire. Her vocals are mesmerizing, and like a siren, they can beguile you to your demise.

"Inanitas Cedit Profundo (Die Leere weicht der Tiefe)" is the album's shortest song, at four-and-a-half-minutes, and it's more ritual torture and sacrifice. Like a serial killer, it moves forward with deadly intent and purpose. The 22-minute beast titled "Dolorosa" closes the album. The first few minutes feature dissonant tones and tension that hangs in the air like the fog of early morning. Slowly, more layers are added, and each one brings more darkness with it. The vocals are indeed creepy and they scratch like the fingernails of a witch. There are dissonance and Progressive leanings within the blackness of the music, and combined with a frightening sound, they are here to turn your hair white.

Overall, the album was akin to the descent of values and morals that began to drop with each step you took forward down to the pit of the abyss. It maintained two things throughout: a undeniable tension that was woven into reach song, and the harrowing feeling of death that was reflected by the hairs standing up on the back of your neck while you listened.