Mysterious psych tribe palm us more heady chant-rock pharmaceuticals.
It seems a small miracle that Sweden’s Goat have been togetherthey fully play on the mysticism, allure and death-cult menace that allows them. One minute they’re intoning: ‘I over sitar and backwards guitar, like the monster from taking the form of 1968 George Harrison, the next, to tones of psych-era Floyd and no little jazz flute, they’re offering comfort and reassurance: ‘I’ll
