There exists a delicate balance between control and chaos.
Interfering signals bleed red, amps scream on the verge of collapse, and yet the slightest restraint holds the flood back from obliterating the dikes.
Storms loom, hungry to consume everything in their path, but a piercing calm seizes the gaze, a hallucination wrapped in uneasy serenity. From that vantage point, melodies burst through and the maelstrom briefly subsides. Just as the wreckage becomes clear, another surge erupts, and everything is swallowed in darkness.
Channeling the jagged urgency of This Heat, the volatile fire of At The Drive In, and the distortion-drenched assault of A Place To Bury Strangers, Oslo’s Takomaha stand ready to tear down the order. Their sophomore EP, American Basements, recorded at Black Valley Studios & No Tomorrow Recordings and produced by the legendary Nick Terry (Libertines, Serena-Maneesh, Kvelertak), is a four-song battering ram, equal parts precision and demolition, aimed squarely at the status quo.