The Things They Believe‘ – a name borrowed from the film adaptation of
30 Days Of Night, according to the band – is a solely instrumental, sample-loaded, ambient experience, with saxophones from
The 1975’s John Waugh Sideman on two tracks and plenty of layered swirling atmos to wash over you. If anything, it’s an “escape record”; a form of dark and moody ambient escapism from our stranger-than-fiction world. For how do you sum up a year like 2020 in a few lyrics? That’s easy: you don’t. You create sounds emblematic of the day-to-day.
I dig how this album art is in-line with the design aesthetic of ‘I Let It In And It Took Everything.’
Loathe take us inside their universe-expanding new album, The Things They Believe
We sit down with Loathe for an exclusive interview about their new, surprise album The Things They Believe
Words: Sam Law
Photos: Paul Harries
When Kerrang! sat down with fast-rising metal collective Loathe at the tail-end of a turbulent 2020, the band identified three lingering feelings from the year during which they managed to break through while the whole world was in stasis.
There was frustration, obviously, at not being able to strike in the live arena while the twisted metal of second album I Let It In And It Took Everything was still hot. There was a sense of clear-minded gratitude, with enough perspective on their minor inconveniences – compared to those whose lives had truly been upended by the COVID-19 crisis – to be thankful. More than anything, though, there was a sense of growth – personally and as a collective – which had brought into focus their deep-set goals, whi
Well, it seems this number keeps jumping higher and higher. There was a clearer method of listening this year, with more time at home to set a practice around all things, listening was no different. On Friday mornings, I would set aside a couple of hours for discovery â something Iâd neglected to do consistently last year with my travel schedule. Iâd forgotten about the excitement of it. Iâd scour Bandcamp, search for blogs, text my pals who listen even more adventurously than I do and ask them to send me things. Iâd compile a list (by hand, foolishly) of any new release that got my interest. Ones I was expecting, ones from artists I knew well. But also ones from artists I was barely familiar with. Iâd go into the weekend with anywhere from 10â30 new albums to spin through while cleaning my house or doing laundry or playing a video game or (if youâre like me and pretty indifferent to most NBA announcers) watching a basketball game. What this me