A pixie-esque howl atop a grungey bass infused rumble that emanates from the shadows. This three-piece from Bristol are
are pure aphotic aural gratification. Aligning menace to melody, desire to (their beguiling din) and spooky curiosity to their lyrics – a powerful package.
There are a few bands around who I personally can’t fathom why they’re not SUPER HUGE already. Wych Elm are in this basket. A Wych Elm basket – now there’s a merch idea.
Stellar support from Freya Beer + Dogs Teeth.