Sonic Grave presents:
Entry Requirements: 18+
““We record raw, heavy drone-doom by ourselves, all live in the forest in the Highlands” say Scottish power duo Ommadon, and it fucking sounds like it too. Unending, bleak, a strung-out cannonade of slothful percussive bludgeons, endlessly circling the drain at a narcotic crawl catching in its wake shards of feedback and capturing the primitive, elemental howl of the prehistoric woodland… an unholy concoction of the likes of Switchblade and Sunn O)))” The Quietus.
Supreme weight-and-grunt-and-dirge power duo. Massive henge of amps, vocals like blood-curdling banshee calls and cave-man like percussive battery – this is basically the music for an asteroid extinction played in slow motion.
Fiercely DIY crust-covered, blackend grindcore mob from London. If you’ve ever sandpapered your own face off whilst listening to early Extreme Noise Terror, and enjoyed it, this lot are for you. On early; seriously not to be missed.