Gilded of dark melodies and crushing grooves, Tomorrows Dream crafts an aesthesis that propels the percipient on a journey from anthemic rebellion to paralyzing despair.
Rolling out of Vancouver on wide track rubber like a black muscle car on crack, windows down, blasting deep dark doom from every pore, the band delivers a throbbing pulse of stoned out groove metal in the mold of Kyuss, Sleep, and Black Sabbath.
Al Silveira’s riffs explore the space between low blues shuffle and southern meta...