From The Bottom Of The Record Box

Godcaster, cult-like psych-rockers and firm devotees of Judson Kolk, spill out their nightmarish vision onto the unsuspecting masses. Unsurprisingly pressed to red vinyl (what else) Godcaster's debut LP has landed. Or should that be surfaced? It's likely been spawned in the fires of an underworld populated with dog-girls, doppelgängers and pious iguanas. Spewed forth in a heinous incongruence of terrestrial vomit. If this all sounds a little far fetched then join in on Judson Kolk's cult trip and you'll soon be seeing religious effigies everywhere. Along with Long Haired Locusts. It's a nightmarish journey, spikey, narcotic music from a dimension of fear. Don't let that description put you off. This is essential listening from Philadelphia's most original band. Godcaster have a knack of putting you at ease with their surreal world. In fact, they make you feel like you want to be part of it. If you're as lucky as Richard then you may have scooped up a copy of the booklet. It's artwork by Godcaster's front man