Space, desert, fuzz, etc. If you will.. and we will!
Goatriders have been plotting their path through the vast, fuzzy wilderness of weird since 2018 and over two full length albums the band has cultivated a sonic landscape that could only have grown from this particularly strange and wonderful constellation of punk spirit, deep musical thinking and collective, goat-eyed instinct. With the third full length installment on the wind, these wild goats appear through the mist yet again, as though from a planet of their own, an untamed universe shaped through the music, artwork, unbridled imagination and the kind of creative obsession that keeps adding new rooms to a sprawling castle of groove.
Every part of the Goatriders cosmos belongs to the same distinctive and intentional map: their musical style and delivery, the illustrations, the energy of the live performances and as a result, the mythology growing around them. 'ππππ¨π€π£ ππ ππ‘πͺπ’πππ§β the upcoming chapter in the Goatriders lore, is another extension of the Goatriders mind palace. The Goats seem to share a certain wizardβs understanding that the right moment arrives precisely when it means to.
Goatriders could never be accused of taking the boring road. Their music unfolds through shifting terrain, wandering riffs appear like sacred landmarks. Melodies reveal hidden, esoteric paths and extended passages become expeditions where ideas are given room to wander, collide and transform. Somewhere along the way, the hidden door becomes illuminated and beckons you to join the rite of the goat.
'ππππ¨π€π£ ππ ππ‘πͺπ’πππ§ β continues the ongoing mythology of Goatriders lore and the goats return with soaring riffs, unmistakably psychedelic movement, even a sitar and djembe woven into the whole swirling tapestry.
A sense of adventure runs through every part of the record which is their signature mix of gritty and utterly entrancing. Goatriders continue grazing into territory where their jams persist to expand, mutate and occasionally threaten to escape their own boundaries before transforming into something entirely new.
On stage, Goatriders unleash the physical force that has always lived beneath their music.
Their performances carry the feeling of a band following the trail in real time, pushing forward with complete trust in each other and a beautiful disregard for standing still. There is precision. There is instinct and there is the unmistakable sensation that everything could briefly escape into the wild before landing exactly where it belongs.
Goatriders trust the strange edges. They live for the weird (so do we) and that brilliant weirdness is precisely what makes it all so mind-numbingly rad.