BoltThrower_420

“Okay so it’s sci-fi death doom but everything sounds wet, humid, steamy, swampy and gaseous, and it’s about getting your brains infected with alien mould from a casual dip in an extraterrestrial peat bog.” - the absolute smartest motherfuckers to have ever lived.

The one upshot of Sydney being a cursed shithole is that the people who have to live there keep making really good punk records about the feeling of perpetually wanting to peel your skin off because everyone you meet is a vacuous husk.

I feel like i've somehow fallen into a parallel universe where i'm the only person who can positively identify shitty guitar tone.

Markedly less dour than its predecessor, Hiraeth sees Respire dialling down the black metal influence and embracing their place in a lineage of bands like I Would Set Myself On Fire For You and The World Is. Some of the songs feel a little bit more like collections of parts than cohesive wholes, but there's something new at every turn.