King Dude, Burning Daylight, “Holy Land”
Pitchfork’s review of Burning Daylight.
Burning Daylight‘s pitch-black narratives, set in charred landscapes where God and the Devil wage a final battle for supremacy, are superficially presented as nightmares, with Cowgill singing in a low, sinister croak pitched at a subterranean frequency somewhere between Johnny Cash at half the RPMs and a root beer belch. But like all apocalypse porn, Burning Daylight is really a fantasy about a world without complications, where it’s still possible to tell what is truly good and what is not.
A history of Breidablik Chapel.