#how for sure most of the artists i look up to would rightfully pin my 'body of work' as drab bottomlevel superficial noise

[shevr]

your comics are wonderful and they ABSOLUTELY DO NOT deserve hate!! every time I see them, they brighten up my day and remind me that I'm not alone in my feelings

im toolld they're appreciated and i'm glad they are, i guess this is more just an "is this all i am is this all i can do" moment kindof in a rhetorical sense because i'm already mostly convinced that yeah i don't really have anything more to say

if that's wrong then i'm still just kindof in a place where it's hard to even imagine it could be different

[thewastedwaffle]

Just some Drinkberry cuddles throughout many multiverses

OG MULTIVERSE

"Hey Iiiink!"

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!"

Said artist groaned, setting down his sketchbook, "Whaaaaaaat?"

"We're bored!" Dream and Blue both cried at the same time, practically vibrating with energy.

Ink gave them a tired look, "And what am I supposed to do about that?"

The two shorter balls of energy stopped for a moment and looked at each other. Ink thought that was the end of it before he was suddenly tackled by his energetic boyfriends.

"What are you guys doing?" He managed to wheeze out.

"We're getting the attention we rightfully deserve!" Blue declared, perched on Inks chest.

"That is, if it's no bother!" Dream quickly said, looking at Ink worriedly.

Ink sighed, "Nah, it's fine. I was running out of stuff to draw anyways."

Blue looked at him curiously, "What were you drawing?"

The artist grinned, "The two handsome skeletons currently pinning me to the couch~"

The other two blushed profusely at this and Dream squeaked and buried his head in Inks shoulder.

"W-well I'm glad to see you think so highly of us!" Blue sputtered, "Now, it is my duty as your most beloved boyfriend, only second to Dream that is, to boost your spirits with a cuddle pile!" and with that, he promptly flopped onto Ink, making the taller grunt in surprise.

Ink chuckled, pulling his colorful datemates closer and giving them both a kiss before throwing a blanket over all of them. Dream was clinging to him like a koala and Blue was absolutely beaming.

"I love you guys." Dream whispered timidly.

"Love you too Dreamy." Ink responded, giving Dream another peck on the head, "And you too Bluebird." he said, turning and doing the same to Blue.

The peaceful silence was only ever broken by quiet affection and the shifting of the blanket. The three couldn't care less about the world around them, right now was about their beautiful boyfriends.

-End-

DREAMSWAP

The spacious office was silent outside of the scratching of a pen. Currently, Dream was ready to do anything to escape the crushing boredom of the mountains of paperwork surrounding him, but he knew it had to be done.

Another paper done.

Another.

Anoth-

Dream slammed his pen down in frustration and stood up, walking briskly out of his office. He passed a few guards who quickly stepped out of the way upon seeing the determined and annoyed look on their leaders face. This had become a normal occurrence as of the past few weeks where Dream would leave his office in a flurry of anger and storm down to the gym. Anyways, when Dream finally reached the tall glass doors of the gym, he hesitated for a moment. Inside were the two people he was looking for. Ink was off to the side aggressively attacking a training dummy while Blue was watching in admiration while doing various yoga poses. Dream took a deep breath and opened the doors as calmly as he could.

Blue was the first to notice him, smiling as he shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged, "You here to see Mr. Macho Man beat up a dummy as well or is the paperwork bugging you again."

"Hey boss." Ink grunted, not even glancing towards the other.

Dream once again hesitated before sitting down next to Blue, "How about both?"

Blue chuckled, "Can't blame you my beautiful sunrise. Now sit in front of me for a minute."

"Alright." Dream said, too tired to question him.

For a moment, Dream began wondering what the other was doing before he felt a sudden pressure against his shoulders. He quietly sighed and almost instantly felt himself relax. 

"How bad was it today?" Blue asked, continuing to massage the stressed CEO.

Dream groaned, "I'm pretty sure people are going to run out of paper to send me at this rate. Soon they're going to be sending me more useless documents on slabs of rock."

"I would've expected them to use a computer or something but I guess they're a bit too primitive for that hmm?"

Dream couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, "I wouldn't be surprised."

After a couple of minutes, Ink finally finished abusing the poor dummy and walked over to the two. He fell over into Dreams lap with an "oof" and immediately seemed to pass out.

"I told you to calm down before you used up all your energy." Blue mused, now messing with Dreams wings.

"Yeah yeah," Ink muttered, "just shut up you blue bastard."

"Language, Ink." Dream said, beginning to absentmindedly toy with tired soldiers hair.

"Don't think I missed your choice of language after getting beaten by your short-stack brother last week, boss."

Dream sighed, "For the last time Ink, you don't need to call me boss anymore."

Ink shrugged, "Force of habit bo-" he cut himself off before hesitantly continuing, "Dream."

"Theeeere we go." Blue said, giving the other mock applause. 

“Shut up.”

“Calm down you two.” Dream said, “You’re both stupid sometimes but I still love you dearly.”

“Rude but thanks.” Ink muttered.

“Love ya’ too Angel boy.” Blue responded, draping his arms over Dream's shoulders and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Dream grumbled, “I thought we agreed to drop that silly name.”

“Now when did I ever agree to anything?” Blue said innocently.

“Both of you be quiet for five minutes so I can sleep.” Ink muttered, shifting so he was literally draped over Dreams lap.

Blue snickered, “You comfy there Inky?”

“Yup.”

“Y’know, I just thought of something. Dream, lay down.”

Dream sighed but complied regardless, “And why did you need me to-?”

He was cut off as Blue sat on him, not even giving the other time to protest before kissing him. Then as suddenly as it started, the kiss was over as Blue leaned over to give Ink a kiss as well. That one lasted a bit longer as Ink grabbed Blue in another kiss when the other tried to lean back over.

Blue finally broke away with a smirk, “Well, you seem needier than usual.”

“Says the little gremlin who stayed here just to watch me work out.” Ink responded flatly.

Blue was about to respond himself as Dream sat up slightly just to pull the shorter one down onto him, “Enough fighting, Ink has the right idea.”

Blue shrugged, snuggling into Dream's chest, “Guess we’re sleeping on the floor then.”

“Oh just be quiet already.” Ink muttered as he moved to Dream’s side, “Hey Dream, wings.”

Dream wordlessly wrapped his wings around the other two and closed his eyes. The last thing he noticed before drifting off was Ink mumbling a tired “Love you guys.” and Blue radiating pure happiness and contentment.

 -End-

SWAPVERSE

(BTW, credit to @humongoushumanoidpalacekid for SV Blue, AKA Thorn)

“THORN YOU IDIOT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CLIMB THAT DAMN TREE!”

“Worth it-” Thorn wheezed before coughing.

Eraser sighed, “You two are ridiculous.”

Marvul just picked a now giggling Thorn up and roughly shoved him into Eraser’s arms, “Take him before I do something I regret.”

Thorn pouted, “But Marvuuuuuul! I thought you looooved me!”

“I do but you’re taking a toll on my patience.”

Eraser just stood there before setting Thorn on the ground and walking off, “I’ll be back in a minute, try not to kill each other.”

Eraser summoned a portal, stepped through, and left the other two alone. After a few moments of silence, Marvul stormed over to Thorn with a near murderous glare.

“Uh oh.” Was all Thorn got out before Marvul picked him up by the front of his sweater and slammed him into the tree.

“You’re the worst.” He muttered before roughly kissing a very confused and surprised Thorn.

Figuring this would probably guarantee he’d get cuddles when they got back to the base, Thorn decided to just go with it and kissed back.

“When I said don’t kill each other, I didn’t mean start making out instead.”

Marvul dropped Thorn and whipped around to face a smirking Eraser.

“Damn,” He continued, “I figured that something would happen when I was gone but I’d be lying if I said this was on the list of things I expected.”

Marvul just glared at him, “You little son of a-” he cut himself off with a sigh, “Whatever.”

Eraser watched him curiously as he picked up Thorn, who just hung limply in his arms, and then grabbed Eraser’s arm and took them all through a portal. It led back to their base and before either of Marvul’s prisoners could say or ask anything they were both thrown onto the couch. They both glanced at Marvul who just walked into the kitchen. Eraser glanced at Thorn who looked equally confused. Eraser just shrugged and grabbed a blanket off of the floor, tossing it over both of them.

“This is your fault for pissing him off.” Eraser muttered.

Thorn snickered, “Yeah, but it was worth it!”

Marvul returned with three chocolate bars and looked at the other two, “Move.” was all he said.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Thorn commented only for Marvul to shove him over and sit under the blanket with the other two.

“Take.” He said, shoving two of the chocolate bars towards them.

The three wordlessly ate their chocolate while still snuggled under the blanket. Well, except for Eraser. 

“You just gonna’ waste that?” Thorn asked.

“I’m not in a chocolate mood.” Eraser responded.

“Liar.” Thorn responded before leaning up and kissing the destroyer.

Eraser quickly jerked back, scowling, “Great, now I won’t be able to get the taste of chocolate out of my mouth for days. You jerk.”

Thorn just smiled, “And I’m proud of it!”

“You two are ridiculous.” Marvul said, though he couldn’t help but smile.

“Love you too my shining star!” Thorn said with a wide smile.

“Yeah whatever, love you.” Eraser muttered but couldn’t hide his blush.

Who would’ve thought that the three most chaotic and destructive beings in that multiverse could be so loving and sweet?

 -End-

Hope you like this comrade :)

[bigherosixfeels]

City of Monsters Part II REVIEW

Liv's arc has come to an end. We get the answers we've been theorizing on and her actions led to a painful departure.

Liv has Hiro right where she wants him. All she needs is for him to cooperate and she reveals herself as well as the real Liv's background. One of the theories was correct; the Liv we've known this whole time is a clone! The real Liv created the parasynths, believing they could increase life expectancy. She tested them on herself since no one believed in her work, but they mutated. With weeks to live and no one able to cure her, Liv decided that the only option left was to clone herself and have her find the cure. Her clone goes by Diane (or Di).

With all the tools they need, Hiro and Baymax use his nanobot technology along with Karmi's solution and virtual reality to destroy the parasynths in Liv's bloodstream. The cure is highly effective and they're able to destroy most of them with ease! One extremely large parasite puts up a good fight, but with some quick thinking, Hiro and Baymax manage to get the parasynth to digest it. They successfully cure the real Liv! Of course, even though Di gets what she wants, she considers herself a monster artist and since Hiro and Baymax know her secret, she's prepared to give him an upgrade too.

Between these intense scenes, we get a lot of good stuff with the nerd gang. Chris has released all our monster villains in different parts of the city to keep them distracted. Fred and Mini-Max deal with Knox and the Bessie bear. Wasabi has High Voltage. Gogo deals with Mr. Sparkles and the mayoi. And Honey Lemon handles Momakase. They all have to come up with an idea and struggle before deciding to lead everyone to the same place. Fred in particular has the hardest time, but he manages to come up with a great idea. He sends Mini-Max off to get more help and Ned Ludd shows up to retrieve Bessie. Ned doesn't think any less of  her being part bear. The others try to retrieve her, but Bessie sends a fire blast their way, deactivating their chips and turning them all back to normal.

In order to keep Di from controlling Karmi any further, Hiro kicked her phone out of her hand. Between a mutated Karmi and Chris, who can apparently become super buff, is part human, part canine, part gorilla and part foodie individual which makes for an interesting fight. Chris manages to crush Baymax and give Di her phone back which leaves Karmi chasing after Hiro. She grasped onto him, but Hiro is able to get through to her. He tells her that she's the smartest person he knows and that she's his friend and he cares about her. It works and Di has no control over her, so she sends Chris in to finish the job, but Karmi fights him. She gets pinned down and Hiro tries to help, but Chris throws him towards Di who attempts to mutate him too. She manages to get a transdermal patch on his neck, but her phone has been taken...by the real Liv! But Liv is ashamed. This isn't how she wanted to be saved. She changes Chris back to his regular size as well as changes Karmi back.

Di and Chris are rightfully arrested and Hiro remarks how appreciative he has to have such good friends in his life. He decides he wants to go check on Karmi, but he's greeted to Karmi's now empty lab. Granville tells him her parents took her home, feeling as though the city was too dangerous. Hiro didn't get a chance to say goodbye, but Karmi is revealed to be okay and still continues to write her Big Hero 6 fanfiction that Hiro now happily reads.

Things I Liked:

The “previously on” sequence

When the nerd gang was coming up with a plan outside of Sycorax and Chris somehow joined the circle.

Someone please give that poor waiter a raise.

The clone theory was right!

It was cool to know that Liv herself was the one to create the parasynths that caused her disorder.

The clone’s name reveal. Di(ane)

Liv and Di. You writers are clever.

I like that part of curing Liv was using virtual reality. It was a really cool way to do it!

Nanobot Hiro and Baymax are so cute!

Mr. Sparkles saying this is no picnic for him either and it shows him having an actual picnic with the mayoi.

Hiro and Baymax combining into one nanobot!

Hiro and Baymax’s plan worked!

Fred came up with a back-up plan!

Mini-Max actually brought back tacos

HIRO KICKING DI’S PHONE OUT OF HER HAND I’M SO PROUD

Chris having the ability to turn buff.

The stand-off between Ned and Bessie

HOW HIRO SNAPPED KARMI OUT OF IT

“Karmi...you can fight this. Because...you’re the smartest person I know. You’re my friend. I care about you.” I’M SOFT

MUTANT KARMI PROTECTING HIRO!!!

The real Liv being ashamed for what her clone did and doing the right thing!

THE HIRO AND KARMI HUG MY HEART

DI AND CHRIS ARE RIGHTFULLY ARRESTED

Honey Lemon has a mayoi now

Hiro being grateful for his friends looking out for him

Karmi is thankfully okay and still writing fanfiction

Hiro now reads her fanfiction with a smile

Things I Disliked:

I’m really not sure what I expected as far as how the villains would turn back to normal, but I didn’t expect it to be the Bessie bear monster doing so with fire blasts. It happened so fast I needed to watch how it happened again to figure out what caused it.

Karmi’s departure. I respect it. It’s great to know she has parents who care about her. It’s beyond reasonable that they felt that the city wasn’t a safe environment for their daughter. Not to mention it would probably be painful for her to be in San Fransokyo. But her and Hiro didn’t get the chance to say goodbye?! They just became friends and they didn’t even get that after all this?! I relieved to know she’s okay and Hiro is reading her stories, but still! I hope they text and video chat and stuff.

On a scale of 1 to 10...I’d rate City of Monsters Part II an 8.4

[doomedandstoned]

Papa Paul’s Groovy Reviews!

Our resident retroist is back to finish the year with a hot handful of hits for the tune toking delight of Doomers and Stoners alike!   Give ear...

PAGAN ALTAR

The Room of Shadows by Pagan Altar (Official)

One of the many surprises wrought by the year 2017 was a new album from legendary English doomers PAGAN ALTAR, who fittingly saved their best for last. You may ask why I say "their last"? Well, sadly, their vocalist Terry Jones has passed away since recording this album. I say "fittingly," because everything the band had done to this day has been outstanding. The abstruse history of the band is a story in and of itself. I don't fully understand it, so I won't go too far down that rabbit trail. Suffice it to say, I've been following Pagan Altar from the moment their first album was pirated by an infamous bootlegger. I heard it was from the '70s, I heard it was from 1982. I always struggled with what to believe. One thing for sure, their official releases on shadow Kingdom Records are top notch and I recommend them to you highly, along with the rest of their catalog, which has (as the band's clippings rightly proclaim) influenced "a whole generation of doom-obsessed fanatics."

Pagan Altar are considered both a doom and NWOBHM band. I won't argue with either, as elements of both are surely alive in their music. What interests me most are the ever present elements of progressive hard rock strongly rooted in the band's genesis, circa 1978. Pagan Altar is often compared to Jethro Tull, owing to Terry's vocals sounding eerily similar at times to Ian Anderson and also to the boundary-pushing complexity of their songs. It is here, in 'The Room of Shadows' (2017 - Temple of Mystery Records), that those seeds of Jethro Tull sprout to life in a series of seven weird and wonderful creations. Truth be told, this is the kind of album I wished Jethro Tull recorded. I always wanted the band to be a mite heavier, overall (don't get me wrong, I loved them as they were). As I listen to The Room of Shadows, I can almost see Ian Anderson dancing around, flute in hand and posing on one leg, his knee held high. The only thing lacking is the flute! Pagan Altar achieve their progressive majesty with a happy marriage of guitar, bass, and drum.

Photo by Temple of Mystery

Apart from Jethro Tull, it's hard to find an apt comparison. At times, I hear hints of Tales of Creation era Candlemass, elements of Cirith Ungol in some of the heavier riffs, and plenty of Celtic folk music and poetry throughout, transporting the listener clear back to the early Renaissance. Such is the depth of writing and musicianship on display. If you only give this a casual listen, you will miss most of the album. The Room of Shadows should be -- nay, must be -- savored like a fine wine or, in my case, a deftly crafted beer. Let me tell you, friends, there are some meaty rifts just waiting for you to sink your teeth into (or your ears, as it were), but the riffs rightfully serve as foundation for the band's tell-tale melodies and harmonies, which are, as always, haunting.

Fans of newer bands like Beelzefuzz and Blues Funeral need to give Pagan Altar a spin. Maybe it's because the new Blues Funeral album was released just a day before this that I'm thinking of them. Though the two albums are separated by a span of 13 years, both conjure a similar vibe. You might say that Blues Funeral is America's belated answer to Britain's Pagan Altar. All comparisons aside, Pagan Altar's last record is a masterpiece, crowned with cover art that in a single frame so aptly pictures the artistic mood of the album and the band. I thought it might have been a repurposed painting from some classic English painting. No, this, as it so happens, is another stunning masterwork by Portland artist and doom metal musician Adam Burke.

One last note: the album was once slated for release under the title Never Quite Dead. Indeed, Pagan Altar's sound and legacy lives on, loud and proud, in The Room Full of Shadows.

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PANTANUM

Purple Blaze by Pantanum

Anyone in the mood for some Italian doom by way of South America? That's what we have with 'Purple Blaze' (2017), the latest EP from Curitiba, Brazil trio PANTANUM. Old farts like me will recognize this right away. The artwork confirms that this is, indeed, a tribute to legendary Italian doomer Paul Chain -- more specifically, a nod to his great album, 'Violet Art of Improvisation' (1989). Pantanum make a play on "violet" with the word "purple" and use a similar layout for the album art. It's a great to see a young band paying tribute to an old school legend, one that I'm sure is a new name for fans of doom who came here by way of bands like Sleep or Electric Wizard.

The two songs on the 7" are from the horror-style doom playbook the Italians were so famous for in the ‘80s and ‘90s. In fact, the 8-minute bonus track sounds like something you’d hear on a horror movie soundtrack, which is also the mood lit by Violet Art of Improvisation. If Pantanum got my attention with their first album, ‘Volume 1’ (2015), their follow-up EP has me all ears!

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THE SHELTER PEOPLE

The Shelter People -EP by The Shelter People

Fans of '70s acid rock are in for a real treat with this release. I give this a confidence rating of 100% on the authenticity scale for sounding like something from a lost FM radio transmission. THE SHELTER PEOPLE are from Tulsa, Oklahoma, but do a fine job of channeling the vibe of legendary blues-soaked acid rock bands from Japan, like Flower Travellin' Band, Blues Creation, Chinki Chen, Too Much, etc. I'm sure a good number of our readers don't know these bands I've mentioned, so a more accessible description of The Shelter People would be Black Sabbath meets Jimi Hendrix, heavy on the Jimi. This band is, in a word, tight -- excellent guitar work, riffs that are downright funky, and passionate vocals. This is the trip you're searching for.

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THE SONIC DAWN

Into the Long Night by The Sonic Dawn

I have to thank Billy for his allowing me to stretch what used to be normal strictly a stoner-doom webzine. I appreciate his wisdom and ability to see the correlation between the retro scene that was emerging a few years ago and that of the still evolving stoner-doom scene. I recognized this movement early on and have been feverishly documenting this return to roots movement ever since.

Fast-forward to present day and the retro sound is as fresh and vibrant as ever, with bands like Denmark's SONIC DAWN now carrying the baton. Their beauty of a record, 'Into The Long Night' (2017), landed #16 on the Doom Charts in April. I can't tell you how happy this made me. In all actuality, this isn't doom at all. No resemblance to Black Sabbath, no downtuned guitars, no thundering pounding of the drums. No, this is laid back, seventies-style psychedelic rock. The look, the feel, the attitude -- it's all there. Make no mistake, Sonic Dawn have captured something very special here, capturing the essence of the scene in psychedelic rhythms, swirling leads, and ethereal vocals. I personally find this music enjoyable in the early morning or late at night. If laid back psychedelia is normally your thing, consider that. This has probably been my most played album since its release.

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WATCHER'S GUARD

Watcher's Guard by Watcher's Guard

Riding over the hills of Glasgow, comes WATCHER'S GUARD armed with a doom-laden three song battering ram of a debut. I was blown away at first listen, so you can imagine there's some retro, old school, traditional doom action to be had here, with a slight touch of NWOBHM for good measure. Watcher's Guard are the doom masters. This EP covers just about every early subgenre of doom you can think of: biker doom, epic doom, slow doom, you name it. If you pinned me down to one band it most sounds like, I would have to say Revelation from Baltimore. But Watcher's guard is a bit more uptempo over all. The clear standout for me is track two, "The Ruiner." An epic just shy of 12 minutes long, this one is destined to be crowned a classic. It's easy to make the Candlemass comparison, but Watcher's Guard bring so much more to the table. The complexity of their songcraft, with psychedelic twists and turns, take you along for an heroic journey that runs you through the gauntlet of emotions. What will these four dark knights have instore for us in the future? Time and fate will tell. For now, the path to oblivion has been lit. Let's follow and enjoy the apocalyptic fireworks.

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WITCHERS CREED

Depths of the black void... by Witchers Creed

Earlier in the year, I introduced you to WITCHERS CREED, a doom-touched acid rock band from Katrineholm. We've been audience to the band's creative output with a pair two-trackers released months apart. With four superbly recorded songs to their name, I think have a pretty good read on the band now and have this suspicious feeling that they are trying to become my favorite band! That's no small statement, as you know how many killer bands I've reviewed and raved about in these pages over the years. Regulars know I am vigilantly scouring the globe in search of that authentic psychedelic sound that stole away my heart as a teenager and reporting on the unfolding saga of the retro revival in these pages. Witchers Creed are have been apparently drinking freely of the magical stream flowing through Sweden, from which springs one magical musical act after another. Nay, they are baptizing themselves in it. Even their instruments and gear bear the vintage stamp of the glory days.

I have been told I nailed down the Witchers Creed sound my review of their March release when I said they sounded like Mountain meets Sabbath meets your favorite underground seventies band. You can pick the loudest and heaviest of them, Witchers Creed is right up there with the best. They have perfected their craft with a powerful rhythm section, notable for its thundering basslines. The guitar leads are no less mind-blowing -- more than just short bursts, this soloing goes on and on, soaked with fuzz and venturing into Dave Chandler territory. You know, the master of feedback from Saint Vitus. These demented leads are brought sailing over the top by one groovy rhythm machine, accompanied by dual harmonized vocals. Imagine Leslie West of Mountain harmonizing with Gregg Allman of the Allman Brothers with wild occult lyrics, when suddenly the music stops and you hear the words: "You're all doomed!" Now that you have a visual idea of this band's irresistible charm, it's time for you to get plugged in yourself and give it a listen.

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ZEREMONY

Soul of the Zeremony by Zeremony

We're down to the last lap of 2017 and, suitably, also at the last letter of the alphabet. I think I can count just about all the "Z" bands I know on two hands. To call ZEREMONY a grower is not quite adequate, more like instantly addictive. 'Soul of the Zeremony' (2017) blew me away first listen. Yet it keeps growing on me every listen .

Photo Credit: Umsonst-und-Draussen Festival/Würzburg

You may remember hearing them as the captsone to That Seventies Compilation, which I organized last year. I heaped high praise on the the authenticity of their sound when they released that wonderful organ-driven demo that same year. Two of those three songs were deemed worthy of joining the fold of seven in this album of obscure, dark, and heavy organ-driven rock. Zeremony fit right in with my treasured favs.

Hailing from Würzburg, Zeremony seem to bear the influence of the Krautrock scene, which was erupted in the late '60s and early '70s and remains a stylistic pillar to this day. One band I hear as I listen to Zeremony is a band called Irish Coffee, just a few doors down from Germany in Belgium. They are similar in the heavy use of organ and gruff vocals. For modern comparison, try Golden Grass or Siena Root.

Listen for "She Sang a Song To Me." It is gloomy, yet earnest number with a sing-along chorus that would have all the makings of a hit single in the seventies. I've been raving about authenticity a lot in this piece and bands like Zeremony are setting a very high bar.

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