Deceptively titled acoustic album from the Swedish doomsters.
A labyrinthine and challenging LP, clearly written by a duo for whom commercial appeal isn’t a consideration.
As we hook up with the doom maestros on Zoom, the beers have evidently been flowing…
The space race re-imagined through a lens of stoner fuzz and gargantuan riffs.
A staggering display of this band’s potential.
The Cataclysm isn’t here to cheer us up, but it does feel like an arm around the shoulder in these troubled times.
“It’s hard to be young and know you’ll see extreme man-made devastation to the environment, animals, and humans. I wanted the lyrics to in some way speak to that fear and loss of hope.”
We run through our favourite track intros, from massive riffs to subtle soundscapes.
As the band prepare to release their first new album in twelve years, here’s a beginner’s guide to their studio output so far.
“No matter what, fuck Trump.”