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Fancy a wallow? Then come on in, the water’s disgusting. Featuring Melvins’ King Buzzo on opener Smile, Low Flying Hawks have honed the art of doomy heaviness to a fine point. The title is apparently Japanese for ‘hallucination’, and as you’re dragged further into psychedelic, leaden, down-tuned riffs and disembodied vocals, it becomes ever more apt. This is belligerent, nasty and well worth exploring.
Emma has been writing about music for 25 years, and is a regular contributor to Classic Rock, Metal Hammer, Prog and Louder. During that time her words have also appeared in publications including Kerrang!, Melody Maker, Select, The Blues Magazine and many more. She is also a professional pedant and grammar nerd and has worked as a copy editor on everything from film titles through to high-end property magazines. In her spare time, when not at gigs, you’ll find her at her local stables hanging out with a bunch of extremely characterful horses.