“Dost fear, my dear? the moon shines bright: Hurrah! The dead ride fast by night!”

Aptly entitled “For The Dead Travel Fast” after German gothic poet Gottfried August Bürger, Kadavar’s doomed fifth record is a perilous journey into the land of the dead, a foray into the bleakest corners of our minds. A heavy, slow-paced, throbbing force of guitar, bass and drums, preciously enriched by spooky synths and a brooding narrative reminiscent of the Victorian death-cult. Beware, this is Kadavar gone pitch-black! Think Hawkwind with old Pink Floyd melodies, eerily sung to you from the grave. Just like the album cover, taken in front of Dracula’s alleged crib in Transylvania, mysterious Castle Bran, the whole album is drenched in superstition, Romanian folklore and the mysterious ways of our psyche. Self-recorded and self-produced, “For The Dead Travel Fast” is Kadavar’s very own death cult, an album at the same time uncanny and extremely powerful.