Yoga

Yoga

Skinwalker

Holy Mountain

Holy Mountain is pleased to issue Yoga’s Skinwalker on vinyl, making it widely available for the first time after having being released only on stupidly limited cassettes and split CDs.   “Yoga takes the lo-fi practice-space recordings of the grimmest of the black metal outfits and combines it with the murky, muddy, noise-drenched blur of bands like Wold. But then takes it even further, rendering their sound so muted and lo-fidelity that even when they’re blasting furiously, it still sounds like a busted music box or an old black metal 78. And then there’s the fact that Yoga spends a good amount of their time not blasting blackly, but instead crafting synth-heavy Goblin-style film music, all throbbing bass and buzzing synths, creepy minor-key melodies and tons of haunting ambience. Those songs too are wreathed in a foggy, night-on-the-moors sort of murk, which ties those songs closely to the more blackened ones. “The strange combination of grim and Goblin, the tripped-out fucked-up recording quality, the damaged arrangements, the looped hypnotic quality, turn Yoga into something totally out there, most likely way too abstract and psychedelic and deliriously lo-fi to appeal to folks looking for grim, buzzing blackness, but for the rest of you, if you can try to imagine some impossible mix of Philip Jeck, Wold, Goblin, the Skaters and some of the super weird EEE Records unblack bands, all produced by John Maus and Ariel Pink, then you will flip for this.” —Aquarius

Yoga

Megafauna

Holy Mountain

Understand this: Yoga dispenses a sinister frailty of howling swells in hissing static that combusts into crawling shock heaps, to the effect of Mayhem performing Twin Peaks incidentals in a prairie recorded by The KLF. A brief description casts them as black metal's answer to Throbbing Gristle. The texture-based rendering of their compositions sails them on a strange sea between song and sound effect as it bobs along the waves like a dead man's bottled message. Aspects of Goblin rehearsals in dead hills is interrupted as Monster Zero carves mountain sides with lightning breath. Oscillating leads pummel into churning riffs as if "Caledonia" was performed in an echo chamber near Lodi, New Jersey. The extrinsic properties of this work may result in disambiguation. Aquarius Records said the follow about their last CD (which was only an EP): "The sound of Yoga takes the lo-fi practice space recordings of grimmest of the black metal outfits and combines it with the murky, muddy, noise-drenched blur of bands like Wold... even further, rendering their sound so muted and lo-fidelity that even when they're blasting furiously, it still sounds like a busted music box or an old black metal 78. And then there's the fact that Yoga spends a good amount of their time not blasting blackly, but instead, crafting synth-heavy Goblin-style film music, all throbbing bass and buzzing synths, creepy minor key melodies, and tons of haunting ambiance. Those songs too are wreathed in a foggy night-on-the-moors sort of murk [that] ties those...