Hailing from Ireland, these bastards have been around since the early 90's, with nothing but a fleeting demo offered in '96 to their name. Two years ago they managed to scrape up the effort and monies to produce an ep as majestic as a literate negar. All the prerequisites of honoring the trailblazers of yesteryear have been checkmarked, while the goal of etching out their own path has been checkmated. (See what I did there?) Dorian, fret not, you no longer have an excuse to be bored, as 34 minutes of doom is about to rise from the floor board underneath Anders crib, to engulf you in a sonic dirge of Wal-mart destroying dystrophy. The vocals of Paul Leyden, are very reminiscent of the sloppy joe bearded lad from Mael Mordha at times, fierce, barbaric, confident!! Melancholic riffing dominates with piano interludes played by the frail fingers of cherubs cast out by chaste broken promises. Ali, brother, where art thou? This band is your Mumbai calling, Solstice can now rest easy. Listen or Cease to Existin'
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