Dreamcrusher by Kilfeather

Heavy-rock/psych-punk trio KILFEATHER are back with a brand new LP titled "Dreamcrusher".

After a few grueling months of saving every dollar panhandled outside 7-Eleven's, this lineup's second installment "Dreamcrusher" was finally recorded at Discount Mirrors studio in Los Angeles, California; a once world-class recording studio built by John Dwyer from LA Kraut Rockers Osees and producer Eric Bauer.

After what felt like a prison sentence’s worth of time producing the record, Kilfeather travelled to Las Vegas, NV to have engineer Brian Garth mix and master the final tracks. This ferocious new full length album is 10 anti-pop-hook stuffed melodies guaranteed to shake your grandparents awake from their coffins and into something a bit more comfortable.

ABOUT "DREAMCRUSHER":

Corn huskers and maggot farmers alike swear by the yield from the sensational sounds of "Dreamcrusher". This gelatinous amoeba of cacophonous sounds will burrow deep inside your ear canals where its seedlings will lay in harmonious hibernation. When the guitars clash in phase, the hatchlings will begin to form into glowing worms who screech for sustenance. This potentially may rattle your brain just enough to wake you from unconsciousness.

By the time the music fully kicks in, you will open your eyes and realize that you were sucked into a portal which led inadvertently to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland. Adorned in polyurethane mouse ears, you've had exactly one corn dog, one churro, and you're finally happy for once in your miserable shelf-life existence. As the first song "Manifesto" ends, the ride will shut down for maintenance and you will be escorted off the property which may make you start to feel ill.

This is merely the first side effect from the early gestation period and there is no need to be alarmed. You may want to take two doses of "Sicko" and reflect on your true nature. Let the vocal harmonies ease your anxiety and come to terms with your own unwell being. Once you have met your shadow self, it’s time to move forward to the next chapter.

You may hear words trail in and outside of your mind. “Inside Voices” thump from your cochlea to shake your dormant hair follicles awake. Once it is processed and thrust through the eustachian tube, you may begin to receive messages from loved one’s lost on the other side. Do not panic. Once we make sure you're covered through your current health insurance plan, we have the next wave of shock therapy for you.

By this time, you've probably hit the song “Operation: Mind Control”, where after the initial dose, you may feel the need to check yourself into urgent care. The nurses and doctors may appear as rusty skeletons and you could possibly be time-warped into a white room with fluorescent overhead lighting. Hornswoggled again, with your brain tied to consoles and electrodes, this is where the transformation can now truly begin.

The skeletons dance around the tomb stone shaped operating table as you sink into the gothic beach vibes of "Grave Mistakes". After a fleeting time dancing in the fresh dug soil and peat moss of your imagination, you may realize that you are feeling a bit famished. To prevent a hunger induced rage you must feast at the closest thing to you. A number 9 meal from McDouglas's, perhaps? Super-sized with an extra large pink slime, the perfect choice for dipping fried McNuggets. The song blasting from the speakers in the drive-thru is called "Luv it". Aptly named after the very popular frozen custard parlor established circa 1973 in the arts district of Las Vegas, Nevada.

Now we've hit the middle of the road. In this meat sweat digestion period, your sense of direction may seem a bit beyond control. Beyond remorse. Beyond... Paranoid? The tune "Beyond Paranoid" hits the sternum. The raw drums lash out violently as artificial intelligence and computational devices attempt to take control over every aspect of our flesh reality.

Just then, to distract us from the upheaval, static hits the screen within your eyelids and the channel changes to the evening news. Behind cheap veneers you can hear a voice echo "Pay no mind to that gobbledygook, it's election season!"

A brief ad pulses across your TV screen retinas and the disembodied murmur of Lee Harvey Oswald whispers "magic is real and the CIA have implanted it in this bullet from a Carcano Model 38 infantry carbine rifle". The track "Magic Bullet" fires from the barrel as the ghost of JFK dressed as Merlin the wizard scours the multiverse both past and present to dismantle the sacred timeline with you in tow.

After failing to save us from impending doom, with a flick of the wrist and a whirlwind of bombs signed by politicians and celebrities, the dust settles from the war for humanity. A nuclear cloud collects and roars overhead while a shadowy figure can be seen emerging from the distance. "Ceasefire!", he shouted, but the impoverished masses stood in silence and disbelief. Now you can really feel it. You've gotten up and now will get down with the sickness.

When you, the listener, finally zaps back to the present day, an unsettling feeling may set in. Your worst nightmares have manifested into a plastic existence in a land where monsters roam free and are on the perpetual hunt for blood. "Dreamcrusher" is the final nail in the coffin. This fuzzed out heavy metal opus will wrap you in its cocoon where you will molt in its ooze. Each guitar solo will morph your husk into something less presentable for a fluorescent lit office cubicle.

By the end of the record, you will look into the discount mirror you bought from that gypsy lady on Figueroa Street, just to realize that you have transitioned into a neon butterfly, capable of shifting aspects of time and space.

You're welcome.
Arrivederci.

Kilfeather is a Freak Rock trio based in Southern California.

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