Why does Pale Divine make me think of moonshine whiskey and the Appalachian mountains? Of rough, down-n-dirty bars somewhere on a lonely highway in a godforsaken valley. A place where the bearded ones dwell and downturned music plays on an old jukebox, fueled on a few dimes apiece. Only here we’re looking for that live gig on a tired wooden stage that has seen its best day already.
Well, I guess, because this is a band that plays their music like the lay of the land that surrounds them. This fuzzy, stoner-esque Doom Metal that really needs no introduction. We … [...] Click to raid more!