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Peruvian doom merchants Don Juan Matus’ debut platter manages to invoke, rather subtly, the ghosts of everyone from Sabbath to Comus, forging their respective influences into a sound that is unmistakably their own as they take us back to the golden age of Vertigo, running the gamut between extended drone suites, Embryonic acoustic interludes and straight-ahead stompers.
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