Stabby the Kitty – I Have No Idea What I’m Doing
The rest of the brief but dizzying time span of the record is spent with absolutely everything on ten from the drum machine to the incomprehensible guttural vocals.
							
					
															The rest of the brief but dizzying time span of the record is spent with absolutely everything on ten from the drum machine to the incomprehensible guttural vocals.
							
					
															They listen to the abnormal and love it, now they play it and revel in it.
							
					
															Likely the weirdest band in the state, they’re always ready to pull a surprise out of their back pocket…
							
					
															Abrasive in a cathartic way, Old Patterns picks and tears off mental scabs to allow for proper healing.
							
					
															They are a jewel and they play with energy conveying a fiery presentation that completely revels the listener making them ready to push past what could be considered inside the domain of solace.
							
					
															What truly cements this release as an overwhelming artful culmination is the feeling behind it.
							
					
															Regardless of which side sounds more your style, I recommend brewing a pot of chamomile tea prior to listening. You may need it to calm your nerves.
							
					
															Mighty warriors walk this land of heathen beauty, while the earth and elements hold their own battles of life, death, existence, and the void.
							
					
															…they are straightforward, no frills, downright filthy rock and roll.
							
					
															What a monstrous statement these three songs make!