Atop an arid mesa is an old tavern, its sign reads “The Doom Lounge”. Sandstorms have polished the wooden exterior grey. You enter at dusk, and are surprised to find a luxe interior clad in chocolate suede and purple velvet. At the bar, a flamenco guitarist, on the jukebox, Bauhaus and Bolt Thrower. From the basement, the throb of bit-crushed 808 kick drum, beckoning. To a party or a ritual, no one knows. Shall we find out?
All songs written, played, and recorded by Jared Rosenbaum
[S]erpentine and seductive, a blend of skittering, glitchy beats and virtuoso guitars, strange textures and beguiling tones, Morricone writing film scores for shootouts in Ibiza nightclubs.
The combination of electronic scope and acoustic intimacy in Doom Lounge produces an incredibly captivating sound that is both grounded and experimental, dark and hopeful. “Cairns” is a manifesto, not merely a début... a pledge that Doom Lounge would keep pushing the frontiers of sound and leading listeners into imaginative and emotional realms that are rarely explored in modern music.
