Mysterious psych tribe palm us more heady chant-rock pharmaceuticals.
It seems a small miracle that Sweden’s Goat have been together 10 years and reached album number five with their mythology largely intact. Still little is known about these ritual-masked hypno-rockers supposedly from the cursed town of Korpilombolo, and on Medicine they fully play on the mysticism, allure and death-cult menace that allows them. One minute they’re intoning: ‘I will find a way to find you… I’m going to relieve you of your soul’ over sitar and backwards guitar, like the monster from It Follows taking the form of 1968 George Harrison, the next, to You’ll Be Alright’s tones of psych-era Floyd and no little jazz flute, they’re offering comfort and reassurance: ‘I’ll be right there.’