Brontide are a spiritual experience. The beauty of the sounds they make is unparalleled in recordings and the flesh. They have this unique ability to trick me into thinking that the world has ended and I’m walking across an endless desert. Their music is playing until my lungs implode, and time collapses on itself. I’m at this show with people I know, but I no longer recognise them. I close my eyes and I am anywhere. I’m over water, I miss everyone, but they’re all long dead and I know peace.
And then they’re gone, and Rolo Tomassi are making a heck of a noise and I’m rocking my head and shoving fools like I don’t have work in the morning, even though I do.