Formed by the collision of three of Calgary's most incendiary bands, this pyrophonic soulcore entity is as enthralling as it is unexpected.
Celestial blues to quench your hedonist heart’s desire? Think blazing galaxies that entangle and throttle with a thousand spiral arms. How about powerful female vocals and surging stringwork that scrapes the pavement and claws at the stars?!
Championed by a soaring songstress Abbie Thurgood (The Torchettes), whose boldly evocative tones recall Skunk Anansie chanteuse Skin and Alabama Shakes’ Brittany Howard, and accompanied by an agile and aggressive psych-rock outfit, composed of guitarist Devin “Darty” Purdy (Chron Goblin), bass player Brett Whittingham (Chron Goblin), percussionist Marcello Castronuovo (Witchstone), Gone Cosmic has carved out an expansive domain that stretches from sweltering Southern sludge pits to breath-stealing sonic spacewalks.
An explosive desert-to-shore package, not to be left unattended, Gone Cosmic squeezes the melange spice of life from every precious note while still finding license to pull off some damn cunning stunts. Fantasies run wild and planets slide into new alignments as they undertake rugged campaigns with pure melodic zeal. Cavalier and headstrong to the last, Gone Cosmic thrives on the dynamic sense of tension that runs side by stride with artistic discipline. Conquering the lysergic doomlands one drifting dune at a time, these atom-splitters have come to prize precision and timing over strength and speed.
Echoing the heavy architecture of Elder and Earthless, Gone Cosmic mellows harsh metallic thresholds with curvaceous appeal. A wiley Thurgood weaves an alluringly sweet web only to unleash a torrent of raw emotion that envelopes the room in waves of velvety fuzz. Her fierce Joplin-howls quake the band’s Mount Doom moonshine jam-shack to its core then rebuilds the communal pipedream on a foundation of drum throne and bassy stone ecstasy.
A blood (orange)-scented breeze that bows the trees, Gone Cosmic chases the infinite haze from the skies and puts it right back in your eyes. Groove-mining breakdowns become the stuff of legend as the four pieces’ floor-thudding tail kick and hellfire halo holler originates a whole that is far more potent than the sum of its individual elements. Meet your new astromancers, the phase-shifting and hard-rocking force that channels the empyreal sounds of heaven on Earth.