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Your support makes all the difference.Like their fellow Swedes Goat, Hills plumb hitherto unmined depths of heavy psychedelic drone-rock on this third album, setting up monster, lumbering grooves sparsely punctuated by the occasional short snatch of sitar or lead guitar.
“Kollektiv” starts things off with a stomach-churning, woofer-threatening bass resonance, heralding a sludgy psych-rock riff that’s like molten lead being poured into your ears, albeit pleasantly so.
“National Drone” picks up the baton via a fizzy drone of tamboura over lumpy Krautrock drums, adding guitars and finally an om-like deep vocal chant-drone whose ringing, cyclical manner recalls Popol Vuh’s soundtracks to Werner Herzog movies – until a stinging, distorted guitar line cuts through the rolling groove like cheese-wire. It’s a sound looking simultaneously eastwards and inwards, perhaps best realised on “Anukthal Is Here”.
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