Band,
Singer / Musician
One bastard proposition. Riffs are flayed on a rack of acrid guitars and chasmic bass. Drums cleave and crush as tormented, howling vocals exorcise what’s intangible that may be left within. Ostensibly doom but with a blackened rawness and spiteful minimalism that will leave your arms too weak to lift in triumph. Your body will crumple but your mind will soar.
Alastair Fyffe dr, b |