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SoD - 08
Heavy Winged - "Blacc Stork"
Fuck.
Just-intonation chainsaws? Branca symphonies performed by an orchestra of schizophrenics? The Winged aim at total sensory destruction - vortexes of
pure psych madness, mind-bending flights of polyrhythmic fuzz and drone like a punch in the face. The Riff is both sacred and something which must be destroyed.
Flamethrower guitar and chest shattering bass surge around drumming that welds manic punk aesthetics with tribal and free intuitions and an otherworldly sense of space.
Strap on your fucking helmets.
"Blacc Stork" is disc four in Creeping Dawn Vol. 1
foxglove111: heavy winged "a serpent's lust" cd-r
heavy winged are like digitalis resident heavies, family lsd, after being injected with a massive dose of steroids. this brooklyn trio wants you on your knees, begging for fucking mercy. heavy-ass psych performed with only one motive in mind: destroy you, in every possible way, at every possible turn. their instruments are splendid sonic daggers, flung from every direction and impossible to avoid. every time the low-end sludge hits you and melts your skin, you are recast and reborn. heavy winged don't know the meaning of limits. this shit goes to 11. 100 copies
lots more coming soon.
SoD - 08
Heavy Winged - "Blacc Stork"
Fuck.
Just-intonation chainsaws? Branca symphonies performed by an orchestra of schizophrenics? The Winged aim at total sensory destruction - vortexes of
pure psych madness, mind-bending flights of polyrhythmic fuzz and drone like a punch in the face. The Riff is both sacred and something which must be destroyed.
Flamethrower guitar and chest shattering bass surge around drumming that welds manic punk aesthetics with tribal and free intuitions and an otherworldly sense of space.
Strap on your fucking helmets.
"Blacc Stork" is disc four in Creeping Dawn Vol. 1
foxglove111: heavy winged "a serpent's lust" cd-r
heavy winged are like digitalis resident heavies, family lsd, after being injected with a massive dose of steroids. this brooklyn trio wants you on your knees, begging for fucking mercy. heavy-ass psych performed with only one motive in mind: destroy you, in every possible way, at every possible turn. their instruments are splendid sonic daggers, flung from every direction and impossible to avoid. every time the low-end sludge hits you and melts your skin, you are recast and reborn. heavy winged don't know the meaning of limits. this shit goes to 11. 100 copies
lots more coming soon.