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Steak Number Eight: Kosmokoma

Belgium’s post-metal awkward squad forge ahead

Still best known for their brilliant Dickhead video of a few years ago, Steak Number Eight seem to suffer for their laudable gift of not fitting in.

Kosmokoma once again showcases a band with a ludicrous amount of ideas and a vast amount of energy with which to implement them. They remain impossible to pin down: the opening Return Of The Kolomon skips from galloping mathcore to dreamy post-rock, and back again, with insouciant cheek and a tangible sense of ‘We’ve only just started!’

What follows is both bewildering and thrilling. Your Soul Deserves To Die Twice is a blur of riffs, skewed psychedelia, forlorn melodies and bursts of feral aggression; Charades is a wayward waltz through screeching highs and sobering lows; It Might Be Lights sounds like Unsane jamming with Swervedriver before disappearing off on a prog-punk tangent.

Maybe it’s their daft name or the curse of making a funny video… either way, Steak Number Eight deserve more attention and Kosmokoma is brilliant enough to make that happen.

Dom Lawson has been writing for Hammer and Prog for 14 intermittently enjoyable years and is extremely fond of heavy metal, progressive rock, coffee and snooker. He listens to more music than you. And then writes about it.