Best of Year 2019
Bloody, ruddy hell, I'm in love. Kallista Kult's whispered, dubwise odes to forbidden rendezvous are a seductive affair, etched in smoky paranoia and coming on like Carla dal Forno’s evil twin. Across these four lengthly, enigmatic compositions you get the sense of an emerging new voice, much like hearing early Inga Copeland, Brannten Schnure and those first Happy Meal records. As debut albums go, it's a bold statement and I can see this one picking up a reet old cult following. Yep, this is the real deal. And you can't always make this claim, but the press release gets it absolutely spot on: "Four acts of crime, madness, fatalism and despair [...] Intoxication, incoherence, paranormality and paranoia… psylocibin and self-destruction with no sign of consolation." Better than I could have ever put it. Limited to 150 copies!
