Mamaleek explores and emits timbres that ceaselessly flood city streets with deafening clamor.
Manure in pearls.
Wandering across landscapes dystopian, deranged, heinous, and haunting.
“Where once you stood
Climbs vapor to the stars
Where did you go?”
Succinct reviews of some fresh singles, EPs, and splits: cybergrind, funeral doom, noise rock, brutal death metal, and a sundry of other tones.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.
Forced to eat moldy granola.
A psychedelic trip gone awry.
An auditory experience that channels the fragrant stillness of a twilit evening in the dead of summer.
A stopover at the enigmatic cottage cluster of unknown origin.
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”