Born in the very west of Austria, where the world is nothing more but a cracked façade of a Shire-like and sheltered existence – Gallowhead and their music try to peak through the cracks and shine a light on the other side of the same dirty coin.
Growling bass tones reverberate angrily and snug tightly around groovy drum rhythms which creates a rigid surface, only to be cut through by a pair of distorted guitars on the brink of complete failure. The songs get accompanied by the occasional dreamy melody only to be sucked back into the swamp of nothingness by shouts and growls of unforgiveness.
The lyrics, just like the music, revolve around the irony of life, bodily fluids, pain and its acceptance and more bodily fluids. Or not.You are the sole judge, but your ears will rumble.
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