Hopefully we’re not breaking news to you here, but at some point, the world is going to come to an end. For humanity, we might be closer than what’s comfortable. But there’s no escaping this planet is temporary, and even if the sun’s eventual death might be 5 billion years away or so, things are going to end, and the earth will be a permanent graveyard.

New York doom instrumental power Clouds Taste Satanic have been on a torrid creative pace over the past decade, almost like they’re trying to squeeze in as much devastation as possible before the end times. On their ninth album “79 A.E.” the band—guitarists Steve Scavuzzo and Brian Bauhs, bassist Rob Halstead, drummer Greg Acampora—creates a soundtrack for Armageddon in the form of a two-track, 43-minute opus that takes you on a journey into the ultimate destruction, visiting fire pits, quaking earth, and even the  depths of space along the way. It’s a smoking, psyche-fueled experience, one that you can use to imagine how things will conclude in cataclysmic order, events that luckily only exist in your own head. At least for now.

“Collision” opens, the longest of the two tracks by 10 seconds at 21:48, and it’s swirly and mesmerizing at the start, start/stop mashing colliding with your senses, the leads glowing, and the playing bubbling over. Doomy chaos spreads as a strange haze lands, darkening the scene, scanning space before it detonates and is engulfed in flames. Thick bass trudges as the guitars continue to add the heat and also disappear into fog, floating through a rustic weirdness, the sludge thickening as the melodies drive harder. Grimy and mean, the playing moves into warmth, heartfelt expression that makes your blood race, a Floyd-ish psychedelic openness flooding over, blasting off into the stars.

The record ends with “Reclamation” that’s dingy at first, echoes spreading and making your head spin. The playing bleeds and swells, the leads scorching, lathering with intensity that grows thicker. The pace gets tougher and also samples more stardust, battering as the guitars go on a wah-fueled assault, torching flesh before fading into calmer waters. The pressure pulls back a bit as the weirdness increases, mind-bending and psychedelic bleeding making the path get stickier, mesmerizing dreams slipping through your mind. Just then, the temperature rises, bluesy leads draw blood, and everything blazes as hard as ever before, heading toward the heart of the sun.

We all might be too panicked to put on music once Armageddon strikes, but if for some reason you have a clear state of mind, visiting “79 A.E.” for what would be a final time wouldn’t be a bad way to go. Clouds Taste Satanic add cosmic dreaming and hellfire storming for good measure on this record, making sure you feel the burn as you take the journey. This is a riveting, exciting record that makes you feel way better about humanity’s destruction than you may care to admit.

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