by Queen Elephantine

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John Cratchley
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John Cratchley The tanpura drone adds an extra dimension to these jams and it gives the music an obvious Eastern the double drummers: gives it all an intrinsic ritual feel...very nice indeed! I think it's lower key and more centred than the blurb suggests and not "abysmal doom" (which does the music an injustice), however.
Brad C
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Brad C Hellish, clean, abysmal, are words that come to mind.

Metal clanging percussions, apocalyptic breakdowns, and psychedelic screams that echo throughout eternity.

\Fits right into a playlist of other great doom, and Om especially with the sitar vibrations. Favorite track: Crone.
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Maxrock Doom done different. Refreshing and massively enjoyable. Favorite track: Crone.


CD on Heart & Crossbone Records (Israel)
LP on Cosmic Eye Records (Greece)

"Scarab is Queen Elephantine's 4th album: A work of grandeur which finds the band digging even deeper into delirious and psychedelic threnodies, abysmal doom observances and mild invocations, offering deep, heavy sounds straight from the soul-realm woven through the geometries of the cosmos - A funerary procession danced by a mighty double-trio of two axes, two drumsets, and two insectoid drones."
-Heart & Crossbone Records description


released May 10, 2013

Mat Becker : b. guitar.....Indrayudh Shome : e. guitar
Ian Sims : drumset.....Nathanael Totushek : drumset
Srinivas Reddy : tanpura/swarm
Brett Zweiman : slide guitar/divine mosquito

Recorded by I. Sims in the Cocoon,
Providence, USA on May 12th 2012.
Mixed by I. Shome. Mastered by Billy Anderson.
Art by Adrian Dexter. Big Nurse Danny Quinn.



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Track Name: Veil
Except me,
I am Autumn
in the Summer
Track Name: Crone
In my life,
in my dreams,
it builds up

In my life,
in my dreams,
you bring me
Track Name: Snake
Arms yearning, am I home again
Why lie on, won't you make it out
And the saints have been here
But in bliss and not in shame
Bathed in wine, and not in sand
Glimmering, glistening, suffering

Simmering, glistening, suffering
Dirt in my throat
Drowned in my own
Drawn like a snake
I will swallow it, swallow it
I am home again