Dark and ominous, Nandas hails from the black forest between Nog Watt’s Holland and the Denmark of the Electric Deads. Strange, driving, pulsating, yet all without a drop of “arty”-ness, Nandas bends jagged, undeniable melodies over a fever pitch of primal, tom-heavy drums as anxious, breathy vocals echo against it all. Melodically and rhythmically eerie in ways Bedboys or Rudimentary Peni might applaud from afar.
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