Prizehog come from the US and play Psychedelic Doom.
Things start off trippy and relaxed, with odd chanting, much feedback and simple guitars. After that it just descends into drug-fuelled madness and mystical hysteria.
This is warped, twisted and impenetrable to the casual ear. The sounds contained herein are not of this plane of consciousness and shouldn’t be interpreted as such.
The vocals are semi-human chant-hymns that become strangely endearing the more you listen to them.
The songs are the aural equivalent of someone trying to unravel a set of hideously entangled headphones; initially you don’t know where to start, and it can be maddeningly frustrating, but as you make progress it all starts to come together and in the end you’re left deeply satisfied with a feeling of accomplishment mixed with relief.
Go Prizehog!
Wonderbox Metal 