HOTEL DAWNSICK
Hotel Dawnsick is a dimly lit hotel room at the edge of the world, where the neon buzzes like a dying god and the sheets still smell of last night’s perfume. It’s a fever dream of love and decay, a rock ’n’ roll séance conjured from a jazzy breath and cigarette ghosts. Hotel Dawnsick will drag you through the back alleys of your soul, where mystic blues crash against the gutter like waves against a dead man’s shore. This is the last call before the dawn, and you’re already too far gone to turn back.
NEKUIA
Nekuia is a sonic odyssey through the underworld, where ghosts hum forgotten melodies and the air tastes of salt and old regrets. In ancient Greek rites, a Nekuia was a dialogue with the dead, an invocation of spirits lurking beneath the surface. Douglas Joyman doesn’t just invoke them, he dances with them, waltzing through shadowed corridors of distorted guitars and hypnotic echoes. The bass line pulses like Charon’s oar against black water, and his voice, half preacher, half lost soul calls out into the abyss, waiting for something, anything, to call back.