Fast, fuzzy and utterly fanatical about all things sci-fi and Warhammer, you could sum up Warpstormer’s uncomplicated core appeal on the back of a postage stamp. Is it ‘stoner-punk’? ‘Speed-sludge’? ‘Thrash-doom’? Frankly, there’s no time to give a fuck as they pull up in their rumbling, hyperdriven spaceship and beckon you to jump aboard.
Born out of the stasis of lockdown the London collective may be, but having rapidly evolved into one of the most exciting bands on the British metal underground, this debut sees them chart course for infinity and beyond.
Deeper and denser than 2022 EP Here Comes Hell, these seven tracks feel like a voyage into the chill darkness of space, balancing their inherent swashbuckling attitude against an overwhelming existential dread. As epic intro Black Herald explodes into the rip-snorting Oracle, there’s fiery fight in the collision of riffs and roars, invoking the rampaging heft of Orange Goblin. But then hoplelessness bleeds in on Cursed, Cold, as sludgy as an astronaut’s blood tumbling off into the inky void. Mid-album pivot Beyonder feels like passing the point of no return: that eerie intro opening out into a seven-minute cosmic tumble that’s like getting swept away in an asteroid storm.