What is the fuck? How is it possible I missed this one-man band for so long and only discover it with his 3rd LP, 7 years after the first one? You may think that it’s not totally consistent with the general doom/sludge atmosphere of the blog but I don’t mind. This guy, Harry Cloud, seems much honestly devilishly sick than most of narrow-minded sparsely-neuronal-equipped members of most so-called demonic bands. I find in this music what made Godstopper or The Reverend of Despair so precious discoveries. They are unpredictable, do not follow any pre-established formula, and finally are the only ones to invent the music of the future in being the only ones to invent the music of today. Like life, they offer the rainbow of emotions, from feeling like shit and wanting to destroy ourselves to being joyous as a stupid dog finding the most gigantic bone ever. If I wanted to namedrop some putative influences (or seem-alike) I could name a lot but it’s no use since melted together it’s Single Mothers and that’s all. The fact that this man has a sort of fixation on being mother and provide an iconography of “how destroy a baby” is not without interest for my other blog Scoptophilia. In brief, don’t know where to classify this LP but all I know it’s that it will be on the top of the lot at the end of the year and that it makes my day. Go on his bandcamp here and buy the stuff.

-Raven Starblood