Londoner born and raised, but living in the north for the last 15 years. All things dark and esoteric, if it sounds like the sort of thing that was recorded in a biscuit tin then it’s probably my thing.
A debut album that is front to back bangers is no mean feat, let alone to do it all showing an emotional intent far beyond the usual expectations. The hard work on crafting this has well and truly paid off.
Sludge laden blackened-death punks and certified rifflords, Mantar, return with their latest slice of pure filth. Back to basics maybe, all the subtlety of a brick to the face, absolutely - in the best possible way.