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Founded in January 2019, Bend the Future is a progressive rock band based in Grenoble, France. Identified generally by their odd-time-scaled tunes, they incorporate elements of '70s prog rock, jazz, funk along with Eastern Europe music in their sound. Bend the Future was initiated by Can Yildirim (guitars/voice), Rémi Pouchain (bass), Pierre-Jean Ménabé (saxophone) and Piel Pawlowski (drums). More recently, the band has reached its final formation after Samy Chebre (keyboards) joined. During the last days of summer in Little Big Studios, Grenoble, they recorded their debut album, 'Pendellösung'. 'Pendellösung' tells the story of a hermit in a secluded forest who is a pilgrim in his own memories, memories which are recorded in his writings addressed to an unnamed loved one…

With a pedigree that boasts all three members of New York’s cult doom band Unearthly Trance PLUS founding Electric Wizard and Ramesses bassist/guitarist Tim Bagshaw, Serpentine Path’s debut self-titled album should immediately top any doom-metal fan’s want-list. Sounding like way more than just a sum of its parts, Serpentine Path’s debut is an absolutely crushing album which both references and reinterprets its members’ previous bands but with a decidedly more punishing death-metal approach. Vicious vocals combine with downtuned guitars that rip out punishingly killer riffs to create an overall evil vibe that’s equal parts Paranoid and Severed Survival–-Serpentine Path is way more than just a super group of underground icons, they are one of the best new death/doom outfits to emerge in many years.

Norway’s most far-out and unique prog band TUSMØRKE is back! This album is not for the faint of heart. Like some great Babylonian harlot, the sinfully sweet sounds held within this record will deny no one, but they extract a great price! There will be no turning back should you proceed on this wretched path and cut your way through the thickets so green, for the path is fraught with danger and temptation. Proceed and you might find yourself sucked off, as it were, to a strange fairyland where every bush and clearing is gushingly alive with the brazen bacchanals of satyrs and nymphs. Continue and you will find yourself in a world where chance encounters of mildew-encrusted adult magazines, carefully stashed away in the shrubs are nothing short of erotic mysteries reminiscent of ancient fertility cults.