Formidable psychic warriors, channelers of the mystic and proponents of a spiritual quest that transcends this realm, Goat remain a band shrouded in mystery. Travelling from their origins in the Swedish village of Korpilombo across the stages and festivals of the world in the last decade, this band has created their incendiary music entirely according to their own co-ordinates and conducted their affairs strictly by their own code. Invigorated by forces we can only guess at the origins of, ’Oh Death’ is a party to which all are welcome. Blithely waving away easy classification, these heat-hazed serenades are just as comfortable in the headspace of vicious ‘70s funk as they are in zesty ZE records post-punk. Folk-haunted incantations and free jazz skronk here find common ground, buoyed by relentless raucous energy. This is an auditory realm where seemingly anything can happen, and the uplifting incandescence of ‘Oh Death’ only multiplies in potency by taking in Thin Lizzy-style twin guitar harmonies (‘Blow The Horns’) a fearless-to-ridicule Antmusic stomp (‘Do The Dance’) and Eddie Hazel style paintstripping fuzz/wah (the opening ‘Soon You Die’) along the way. Vocal mantras form righteous calls to arms amidst the dancefloor-friendly fury. Yet whilst dealing in the desert-blues drift of 'Passes Like Clouds' or the Tom Tom Club-esque global rhythms of 'Remind Yourself', 'Oh Death' is driven by a supernatural charge that unifies, invigorates and transcends borders, whether geographical, musical, or between this world and the next. 01. Soon You Die 02. Chukua Pesa 03. Under No Nation 04. Do The Dance 05. Apegoat 06. Goatmilk 07. Blow The Horns 08. Remind Yourself 09. Blessings 10. Passes Like Clouds
