Spökraket, like Tolkien's Dwarves, have dug deep into the mountain in search of psychedic gold, and struck a very rich vein indeed.
Heavy but nuanced, these tunes either rattle along with motorik power, or wobbled, as if entranced by dark magic.
The vocals, nearly submerged in the mix, softly menace like a corruptive spirit.
Such a shame these guys broke up, because they were really onto something. Still, they've left us with an album to savour.
This record somehow manages to slow down time! I enjoy the overall sound of the instruments and especially the voice. Either listen to this in a dark room and relax or crank up the volume and feel the fuzz!
(Will probably sound even better on vinyl) E'sPsychedelicBreakfast