Explosive doom-sludge-punk dominance. Begins with a poetic account of nuclear apocalypse, then delivers an aural approximation of said planetary annihilation. The ensuing performance channels a good bit of catastrophic Cloud Rat countenance, sans grind. Rolls with the heave and flow of Thou’s ethos, deftly spanning consonance and dissonance with melodic poignancy. Dystopian exigency is narrated by dual vocals, and the harrowing howls of each impart an immediate aura of pain, misery, anxiety, despair, rage; all the good stuff. Don’t make the mistake of equating the tectonic technique with tedium; this is a dynamic, riff fueled pilgrimage. As pulverizing as you could possibly desire, driven by vicious drums and distortion that reverberates with satisfying savagery. Indelible and irresistible; I can’t put this one down.
Out on March 9th with the vinyl pressed by Halo of Flies (North America) and Dry Cough (UK/Europe) Very much looking forward to the 16 page booklet that accompanies the LP and includes an original, post-apocalyptic short story. The record's lyrics are expanded reflections and moments taken from the story (read that here).