Captcha Records 2014
Dahga Bloom's second album, No Curtains, is warped danger muzak for those chemical-fueled police chases you keep getting yourself into, with a suitcase full a' money and a dead body in the trunk. These four guys from Orange County have that ragged, ugly mutt sound of the late 80s/early 90s Pacific Northwest that i miss so much, like Love Battery and Screaming Trees and Mudhoney and Soundgarden, but all out of its mind from huffin' on model airplane glue. it's interesting to note that not only is Dahga Bloom guitarless, but they feature not one, not two, but THREE fucking basses, and holy shit are they making a racket. an unrelenting hallucinogenic wall of noise. whatever you are running from, No Curtains will aid you in your getaway. drive safe.
and they were kind enough to provide some tasty mind-melting eye candy to soak in while listening. god bless them. i wish more bands did this.
and they sure seem to bring it live, too.