‘Defer to hate, there is a graveyard that dwells in all men, death unfurls and fills every clearing’.

A viscerally engaging debut EP from Bristol’s Gimic, that fuses intriguingly contrasting influences to fabulous effect.  Rasping, confrontational vocals and writhing, twisting guitars interplay with a rhythm section that brings an almost funk-like suppleness to bear.  It brings to mind the ferocity of Paint It Black refracted through the lo-fi lens of The Evens, with the fleeting guitar solos throwing a nod to the stoner metal of latter-day Corrosion of Conformity.