Connecting a carriage of jazz onto the locomotive of math-esque post-rock these guys will take you on a magical winding journey across a soundscape of built-up, ashen cities, before delving underground into eternal tunnels of sharp pin-like guitar attacking you, then snuggling you up in a rich bassy-pillow and casting you out into a thick woodland, winding and snaking across an unstructured terrain, at times all aspects of sound were perfectly symmetrical and synchronised in such a way that you could easily imagine the locomotive operating and the mechanics of same generate the music. Take your own journey by listening to them with your aural brain-doors!
In the beginning, There were three excited individuals who had tickets to a 12-hour hootenanny in Bristol that provided a rich palette of sounds ranging from the recognisable and expected to the jaw-dropping and terrifying. […]
The Burning Hell… without doubt are one of the greatest bands to exist in all of time and I can say that with confidence because I have lost count of how many times I have […]