2018

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. A near untraceable but astronomical progression from their previous releases—consider this EP a full interior renovation of Nandas’ own sound.