Crushing slab of slow-welded doom from Newcastle's Khünnt. Paying homage to the likes of Pelican or Sunn 0))) and in (de-tuned) key with peers like Bong or Gnod, 'Dead Eyes' displays a fearsome mastery of their sound, erecting walls of feedback and distortion only to tear them down with bare-fisted riffs and wraith-like howls sounding like the dispossessed seagulls of South Shields. The first side finds a bloody discomforting groove, something akin to watching a buffalo carcass being slowly defiled by a pack of brown bears wielding sunn amps and ten foot pine log dildos, while the second side could be their celebration dance, beasting the drum kit with flesh-flailing pounds before slipping into an improv drone mantra of fur-ripping riffage, engorged on buffalo bones, remorseless for the atrocities they've just committed. Add some garlic sauce and you've got a true north east delicacy. Screen-printed sleeve with lyric sheet insert. Powerful stuff - highly recommended.
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Crushing slab of slow-welded doom from Newcastle's Khünnt. Paying homage to the likes of Pelican or Sunn 0))) and in (de-tuned) key with peers like Bong or Gnod, 'Dead Eyes' displays a fearsome mastery of their sound, erecting walls of feedback and distortion only to tear them down with bare-fisted riffs and wraith-like howls sounding like the dispossessed seagulls of South Shields. The first side finds a bloody discomforting groove, something akin to watching a buffalo carcass being slowly defiled by a pack of brown bears wielding sunn amps and ten foot pine log dildos, while the second side could be their celebration dance, beasting the drum kit with flesh-flailing pounds before slipping into an improv drone mantra of fur-ripping riffage, engorged on buffalo bones, remorseless for the atrocities they've just committed. Add some garlic sauce and you've got a true north east delicacy. Screen-printed sleeve with lyric sheet insert. Powerful stuff - highly recommended.
Crushing slab of slow-welded doom from Newcastle's Khünnt. Paying homage to the likes of Pelican or Sunn 0))) and in (de-tuned) key with peers like Bong or Gnod, 'Dead Eyes' displays a fearsome mastery of their sound, erecting walls of feedback and distortion only to tear them down with bare-fisted riffs and wraith-like howls sounding like the dispossessed seagulls of South Shields. The first side finds a bloody discomforting groove, something akin to watching a buffalo carcass being slowly defiled by a pack of brown bears wielding sunn amps and ten foot pine log dildos, while the second side could be their celebration dance, beasting the drum kit with flesh-flailing pounds before slipping into an improv drone mantra of fur-ripping riffage, engorged on buffalo bones, remorseless for the atrocities they've just committed. Add some garlic sauce and you've got a true north east delicacy. Screen-printed sleeve with lyric sheet insert. Powerful stuff - highly recommended.
Crushing slab of slow-welded doom from Newcastle's Khünnt. Paying homage to the likes of Pelican or Sunn 0))) and in (de-tuned) key with peers like Bong or Gnod, 'Dead Eyes' displays a fearsome mastery of their sound, erecting walls of feedback and distortion only to tear them down with bare-fisted riffs and wraith-like howls sounding like the dispossessed seagulls of South Shields. The first side finds a bloody discomforting groove, something akin to watching a buffalo carcass being slowly defiled by a pack of brown bears wielding sunn amps and ten foot pine log dildos, while the second side could be their celebration dance, beasting the drum kit with flesh-flailing pounds before slipping into an improv drone mantra of fur-ripping riffage, engorged on buffalo bones, remorseless for the atrocities they've just committed. Add some garlic sauce and you've got a true north east delicacy. Screen-printed sleeve with lyric sheet insert. Powerful stuff - highly recommended.
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Crushing slab of slow-welded doom from Newcastle's Khünnt. Paying homage to the likes of Pelican or Sunn 0))) and in (de-tuned) key with peers like Bong or Gnod, 'Dead Eyes' displays a fearsome mastery of their sound, erecting walls of feedback and distortion only to tear them down with bare-fisted riffs and wraith-like howls sounding like the dispossessed seagulls of South Shields. The first side finds a bloody discomforting groove, something akin to watching a buffalo carcass being slowly defiled by a pack of brown bears wielding sunn amps and ten foot pine log dildos, while the second side could be their celebration dance, beasting the drum kit with flesh-flailing pounds before slipping into an improv drone mantra of fur-ripping riffage, engorged on buffalo bones, remorseless for the atrocities they've just committed. Add some garlic sauce and you've got a true north east delicacy. Screen-printed sleeve with lyric sheet insert. Powerful stuff - highly recommended.