Champaign, Illinois's Harpe steep themselves in death-doom's most morbid traditions — the genre's slow-motion dread rendered in thick, downtuned guitars and a pacing that refuses to rush toward the inevitable. A heavy and deliberate presence since 2020.

Asheville, North Carolina's Harsh Realm channel the city's fertile underground into death-doom of considerable weight — slow tempos, death metal's brutality, and a mournful undercurrent that makes the music feel genuinely funereal. Active since 2019.

Newly formed in Cincinnati in 2024, Haruspex Chants mine death-doom's most ritualistic qualities — the genre's glacial pacing and suffocating atmosphere rendered with a deliberateness that befits a band whose name evokes ancient omen-reading. An auspicious debut presence.

Salt Lake City's Harvest of Ash bend doom and post-metal into something expansive and unhurried, with the wide-open quality of Utah's landscape seemingly built into their sound. Since 2020, they've occupied the contemplative, atmosphere-heavy end of the spectrum.

Formed in Denver in 2024, Hash Bong deal in the kind of slow, hazy punishment that sits at the intersection of doom and stoner metal. Mile High lethargy runs through every riff, thick with fuzz and deliberate tempo.

Hashishian traffic in a slow-moving collision of drone, doom, and stoner metal that feels less like a song and more like sinking. Formed in 2023, the project leans into immense, meditative weight, letting each tone hang in the air long past its welcome.

Denver's Hashtronaut have been navigating the outer reaches of stoner and doom metal since 2020, blending cosmic heaviness with riff-forward songwriting. Their sound evokes weightlessness achieved through sheer volume — fuzz as propulsion.

Chicago's Hate draw from a broad well of extreme subgenres, weaving thrash, sludge, and doom into a dense, shifting sound since 2013. The Midwest backdrop gives the music a cold, industrial weight that fits the trio of genres like a rusted glove.

Minneapolis sludge and doom outfit Hatelimace wallow in the slow, corrosive weight of their craft, piling on suffocating riffs and feedback-caked heaviness that feels like the city's long winters given physical form.