Centuries ago, a travelling witch doctor, finally weary of all that travelling, elected to set down roots in the tiny northern Swedish village of Korpilombolo. And here our story might have ended, had not pesky crusaders sought to impose the teaching of Christ Jesus upon the area, and set about slaughtering obstinate non-believers, as was the fashion of the time. Those who survived this murderous assault, it is said, placed an eternal curse upon the village, leading to successive generations raised in the townland being inhabited by dark spirits whose malevolent magick is habitually summoned by village elders in trance-like polyrhythmic head music.
Out of this cursed environment come Goat, a mysterious, masked, mutating collective pushing a transcendental musical mélange of porn-funk, psych-metal, Krautrock, Afrobeats and demonic disco doom. And tonight, they are in South London to wreak havoc and harvest souls. Which is nice.
At this point, dear reader, we request that one refrain from delving too deeply into the veracity of this twisted tale for, perhaps - and who really knows, really? - it might be utter bollocks. But here's an undeniable truth: a night in the company of these seductive, spell-blinding Swedes is the most fun you can possibly have while clothed.
