The Janitors, Sweden’s supersonic psychedelic shamans, are back with Horn ur Marken, a new lp of head-trippin’ heaviness, and the cricket is crankin’ it loud.
(The cricket is also aware that alliteration is a poor substitute for good writing, but hey, the cricket is a poor substitute for a good writer, so fuck it!)
These dark dealers of dense, droning dread are doing what they do better than ever, and Horn ur Marken is the sound of a band that’s pulled off the none-too-easy trick of playing with complete confidence in their craft without settling into a groove that threatens to become a rut. Instead, they use their confidence to push themselves even further, crafting hypnotic walls of sound laced with sitar-esque guitar textures. The band calls this album a “tiny piece of protest,” and in these dark days can, we can use all the protest we can get, so grab this one, turn it up, and let The Janitors clean the cobwebs from the corners of your mind.