It might interest readers to know that this writer went to see Sea Bastard on the basis of walking home from work at a similar time to someone who had a Sea Bastard patch on their blue denim jacket. That’s the old of their school. But in fact, they’re only a couple of years old as a band. And it sounds like they’ve not once changed their strings in all of that time. Doom, yeah, but there’s a smidge of crust, amps on the verge of a cardiac and distortion that’s less pedal, more a guitar that doubled up as the hull of a dredger in the twilight of its years.
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