Colossloth | Outstretch Your Hand For The Impress Of Truth
From the wild hedgerows and deep dark rivers of the Midlands, Leicestershire’s Colossloth makes psychogeographic maladies and invocations to warm the heart of the discerning and intrepid psychonaut. Phonic seeds planted in Blackened soil fertilised by visceral imagination. A fugitive ambience for those seeking solace in the unexpected.
From supporting the likes of Tim Hecker and Wrangler, Colossloth’s music alternates between the brooding and abrasive to the transcendental and enchanted. With nods to a multitude of genres – from industrial and ethnic tribalism to caustic electronica, it’s spirit can be found crucified in between the anode and cathode of occult circuitry, transmitting across modern England whispered messages from the lips of the old gods of Albion.
1. The Flavour Of The Weak
2. Your Flag Stands For Nothing
3. Cave In We Are Complete
4. Outstretch Your Hand For The Impress Of Truth
5. The World Keeps Turning (On Me)
6. Of Talons And Teeth
7. Paint Her Face To Simulate The Bloom
8. The Nameless Saint
9. Black Deeds From Dead Seeds
Aquarius: “It’s been years and years since we last heard from Colossloth, a one man dronedoomdirge unit from the UK, who on previous records whipped up just about the perfect aQ concoction – heaving drones, dense rumbles, psychedelic noise and blown out industrial doom, all blurred and smeared and tangled up into one huge shape shifting behemoth. Very little has changed all these years later and Outstretch Your Hand For The Impress Of Truth is another baffling batch of avant noise and synth soaked psychedelia, that’s pretty tough to classify, even moreso here, with caustic squelches peppered with FX laden scrapes and creaks, all wound up into some sort of rhythm, but most certainly not groovy, and underpinned by layers of haunting shimmer, and beautiful buried melodies. The sound is definitely noisy, but not really noise, flitting from lush, layers fields of backwards shimmer, to blown out organ jams that sound like isolated tracks from some lost ELP record run through a battery of boomboxes, to what sounds like some John Carpenter soundtrack melted down into a gorgeously abstract ooze. There are heavy moments for sure, but mostly, the sounds seem hazy and smoothed around the edges, giving everything a druggy, soft psych feel, with plenty of prickle just below the surface, and for what IS essentially kind of a noise record, it’s pretty goddamn hypnotic, every track here locking into mesmerizing loops, and tripped out avant industrial/electronic ambience. Awesome.”