THE BEAST

NEW ALBUM "THE WAIT" out on June12 2020 - ORDER NOW: BANDCAMP: https://elmcult.bandcamp.com/album/the-wait TRANSLUCENT MARBLED ORANGE VINYL (LTD. EDITION): https://bit.ly/Elm-TheWait-LP CD: https://bit.ly/Elm-TheWait-CD DIGITAL: https://www.feiyr.com/x/ElmTHEWAIT Follow Elm on Spotify: https://bit.ly/ElmArtist Follow Elm on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/elmcult/ Follow Elm on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/elmcult “‘Whole Year Inn’ is a quote from a book we love: Leaving Las Vegas by John O’Brien. It’s the name of an imaginary hotel, where the strange, moving love story between Sera, Ben and self-destruction is consumed. Such a perfect story: a kind of bright nightmare, in which even the sunlight is cold. There is no escape, and you chose to embrace it.” Small towns in the countryside are all obstinately the same wherever you go: loneliness, abjection, rage. From a godforsaken place somewhere in Northern Italy, ELM relays their stories using languages and images of the American Bible Belt, a land of obsessed preachers and squalid moralism; the cradle of irredeemable alienation. ELM manifests through sound visions of oil kings and preachers, hired killers and quiet neighbors appearing like ghosts on a pitch dark landscape made of old churches and dilapidated ballrooms, where one can smell the sopping moisture emanating from the swamplands at the edge of town. In this, you could plant your roots and just flash another suspicious look, unable to escape a descending spiral that could only end by splitting yourself in two. Yearning to find the perfect ground on which set its stories of love, death, sex, hate, lust, violence, and God, at the crossroad between now and then; halfway amidst exploited clichés and stark reality; between Jim Thompson and Cormac McCarthy, as two sides of the same coin ELM welcomes you to the delightful Italian forsaken suburbs. We wrote “The Wait” one year ago. Kind’a statement, kind'a warning: something’s coming, better prepare yourself. Now that the storm has come you could watch it as some sort of prophecy. You’d be wrong: prophecies are crap. All we can see now is that nothing has changed, because nothing will never change: we still see us, acting like a bunch of pigs in a gruesome, idiotic assembly line. “The Wait” finds ELM in his shinier, heat-fueled and darker landscape, adding tension to aggression and stripping it down to the basics. www.facebook.com/bronsonrecordings www.bronsonrecordings.com www.bronsonrecordings.bandcamp.com