Fuzzed-Out Ritual Rock
Vintage-pulp science fiction, corporate ritual, and ancient metaphysical control — pressed into fuzz pedals and feedback. New single The Siberian Gulag Tourist Board out now.
Vintage-pulp science fiction, corporate ritual, and ancient metaphysical control — pressed into fuzz pedals and feedback. New single The Siberian Gulag Tourist Board out now.
It wasn't luxury that drew the crowds, it was blood lust and the promise of plunging straight into the freezing, relentless grip of absolute nowhere. The all-inclusive package boasted mandatory dawn roll calls, an invigorating daily diet of watery cabbage soup, a lifetime supply of character-building manual labor in the salt mines and the beating of the fellow bon vivants.
After all, the brochure promised, why settle for a basic beach retreat when you can truly find yourself by losing absolutely everything else in the unforgiving, endless white?
Summoned from a puddle of oil in a dimension where time moves backward, pssdwzrd is less of a band and more of an ongoing auditory hallucination.
pollydampcloth manifested out of a sad pile of wet laundry in the late 90s leaving him with a weird stank, poor social skills and an inability to play anything in standard tuning. His guitar is a psychic crowbar used to pry open the third eye.
R.SHARPE was cursed by a bog witch and became a localised weather anomaly in a human suit. He cannot play drums.
For Fans Of: Sleep, the hum of fluorescent lights in a liminal space, non-Euclidean geometry, breathing in thick fog, and VHS static.
Descending on your local RSL soon.