Manchester's drone titans Gnod share a Few Words of mystical modern psych for the unclean believers. "Brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries of Gnod, let us call to mind our sins. We believe in one Gnod, Gnod almighty makers of heavy black slab on Eartgh. We believe in one chord, seamless, sublime, the one and only sound of Gnod, eternally begotten of the marcher. Gnod from Gnod, light from light, tru Gnod from true Gnod, begotten, not made, of one Being with the maker; through Them all riffs were played." The first side 'Tony's Communion' invokes the spirit of John Carpenter, scanning a hypnotically monotonous landscape with sky-melting beams of synthesizer over unfeasibly ploddy drumming, marching on the spot until they've buried you up to your eyes in swampy reverbs and heathen voices. This rite of passage lasts 20 minutes in real time, but a hell of a lot longer in Gnod time. B-side 'Vatican' is more majestic, beating us into submission with an excoriating pyroclastic flow of Mick Harris-like drums and bass suffused with a psilocybic yawn of arcing synth shapes and murkier, mystic symbolism occuring in the midst of the ether. Play this every sunday at 11am and you'll live a happy life. RIYL Xela, Ensemble Economique, or Scorn.
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Manchester's drone titans Gnod share a Few Words of mystical modern psych for the unclean believers. "Brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries of Gnod, let us call to mind our sins. We believe in one Gnod, Gnod almighty makers of heavy black slab on Eartgh. We believe in one chord, seamless, sublime, the one and only sound of Gnod, eternally begotten of the marcher. Gnod from Gnod, light from light, tru Gnod from true Gnod, begotten, not made, of one Being with the maker; through Them all riffs were played." The first side 'Tony's Communion' invokes the spirit of John Carpenter, scanning a hypnotically monotonous landscape with sky-melting beams of synthesizer over unfeasibly ploddy drumming, marching on the spot until they've buried you up to your eyes in swampy reverbs and heathen voices. This rite of passage lasts 20 minutes in real time, but a hell of a lot longer in Gnod time. B-side 'Vatican' is more majestic, beating us into submission with an excoriating pyroclastic flow of Mick Harris-like drums and bass suffused with a psilocybic yawn of arcing synth shapes and murkier, mystic symbolism occuring in the midst of the ether. Play this every sunday at 11am and you'll live a happy life. RIYL Xela, Ensemble Economique, or Scorn.
Manchester's drone titans Gnod share a Few Words of mystical modern psych for the unclean believers. "Brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries of Gnod, let us call to mind our sins. We believe in one Gnod, Gnod almighty makers of heavy black slab on Eartgh. We believe in one chord, seamless, sublime, the one and only sound of Gnod, eternally begotten of the marcher. Gnod from Gnod, light from light, tru Gnod from true Gnod, begotten, not made, of one Being with the maker; through Them all riffs were played." The first side 'Tony's Communion' invokes the spirit of John Carpenter, scanning a hypnotically monotonous landscape with sky-melting beams of synthesizer over unfeasibly ploddy drumming, marching on the spot until they've buried you up to your eyes in swampy reverbs and heathen voices. This rite of passage lasts 20 minutes in real time, but a hell of a lot longer in Gnod time. B-side 'Vatican' is more majestic, beating us into submission with an excoriating pyroclastic flow of Mick Harris-like drums and bass suffused with a psilocybic yawn of arcing synth shapes and murkier, mystic symbolism occuring in the midst of the ether. Play this every sunday at 11am and you'll live a happy life. RIYL Xela, Ensemble Economique, or Scorn.
Manchester's drone titans Gnod share a Few Words of mystical modern psych for the unclean believers. "Brothers and sisters, to prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries of Gnod, let us call to mind our sins. We believe in one Gnod, Gnod almighty makers of heavy black slab on Eartgh. We believe in one chord, seamless, sublime, the one and only sound of Gnod, eternally begotten of the marcher. Gnod from Gnod, light from light, tru Gnod from true Gnod, begotten, not made, of one Being with the maker; through Them all riffs were played." The first side 'Tony's Communion' invokes the spirit of John Carpenter, scanning a hypnotically monotonous landscape with sky-melting beams of synthesizer over unfeasibly ploddy drumming, marching on the spot until they've buried you up to your eyes in swampy reverbs and heathen voices. This rite of passage lasts 20 minutes in real time, but a hell of a lot longer in Gnod time. B-side 'Vatican' is more majestic, beating us into submission with an excoriating pyroclastic flow of Mick Harris-like drums and bass suffused with a psilocybic yawn of arcing synth shapes and murkier, mystic symbolism occuring in the midst of the ether. Play this every sunday at 11am and you'll live a happy life. RIYL Xela, Ensemble Economique, or Scorn.