Robedoor offers up probably one of their best in recent years on tape for Night People. Being a contemporary release, I expected some of the garage filth and cavern style noise with which they have disguised themselves lately. Absolutely no dice. Well, at least not really. Rather, this one has some of the old dark and eerie guitar citadels and echo washes that remind me more of their older clothes. It’s so much more raunchy ritual and basement creeper jams like the golden years. It’s like a chaotic blackened liturgy of deep despair that is communicated through fried amps. They put out a cosmic psych that challenges any delay of the apocalypse. If you’ve ever appreciated this act then this c36 is sure to satisfy. It’s even dressed up in typical Shawn Reed fashion, which is always a delight to the eyes.
10/10
