Simple horror piano, mountainous powerchords, gongs, timpanis, bellowing melodies like those you might expect from a tavern filled with burly, drunk warriors.
what happens when you leave a stack of vintage Krautrock, Nurse With Wound, and Savage Republic platters lying out in the sun until they melt together into one warped, delicious wax circle.
With a stretched out, relaxed time frame, Laswell and three other musicians create atmospheres on that drive the spirit and the mind into new territory.
Expect the unexpected, as blast beats overlap swinging sax while walls of noise merge into pan flute parts – all throwing your head for motion overload.
Beefheartian purists may blanch at the liberties Eug ‘n’ Jim have taken – Chad taking known tunes and wringing ’em out ’til they’re scarcely recognizable.