An absolutely stunning second full length by San Diego’s Gods of death-prog: Tarantula Hawk. Like a cross between Black Sabbath, King Crimson and the Locust. An extended, but intricately composed, instrumental session full of blistering, twisted analog synths, blown out bass riffs, blast beats and sheets of white cymbal noise. This is dark, dense, challenging music that still rocks. Fans of all things heavy and experimental who aren’t already familiar with Tarantula Hawk should get this album and turn it up to 11 or, better yet, listen to it on a pair of good headphones with your eyes closed in the dark.
Recorded by the infamous Rafter Roberts at Singing Serpent.