Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
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Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
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Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
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Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.
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Sweden’s anthropomorphic space cadets, Goat churn up wild P-funk psychedelia, desert blues, punk, hard rock funk and jazz-fusion in a killer style one decade on from their fateful debut LP
‘Oh Death’ is their first album, proper, since 2017 and sees the masked seven-piece buck preconceptions of staid “psych” convention with a sound porous to influence from all corners. Honestly don’t get us started on how un-psychedelic the majority of modern “psych-rock” sounds, and we get the impression from this record that Goat feel the same. Shy of rote chug or the style’s hoarier cliches, Goat’s sound here is supremely limber and colourful and appears like it was dunked in a bucket of acid.
‘Soon You Die’ heads it off with a fuzzed-up blues holler, triggering a chain of events that snake from folk-rock fusion with Indian tradition on ‘Chukua Pesa’, and wickedly slouchy but choppy P-funk jam ‘Under No Nation’, budging into the Nurindi-style drumming and glam swagger of ‘Do The Dance’, while the unravellign spy-funk and desert blues of ‘Goatmilk’ seamlessly segues into the afrobeat heat of ‘Blow the Horns’, and a final section centress your chakras and calms melting skin to a soothing ecstasy, where the worldly fusions of ‘Passes Like Clouds’ best takes hold.