“The introductory EP from Oakland, CA’s newly minted Cobweb launches from the dark like some lost raw Mercyful Fate demo circa 1982. Like, holy shit do I ever wish King could hear something like this and suddenly remember that getting down to the business of rocking like your comped drink tickets depend on it far eclipses 666 layers of studio sparkles and being the textbook definition of a fusspot. Attack your instruments and microphones like they’re trying to hide the secrets to eternal life, and do so from what sounds like some sort of eeeeevil crypt that’s surrounded in cold, unforgiving stone and septic lichen.” -
@lastrites_metal 🕸️🕷️💀
