The Cosmic Microwave Background

The Cosmic Microwave Background travel the backroads in search of what’s been left behind. Rusted car frames, swarms of horseflies. Towns where the only permanent residents live beneath the headstones, filling vast graveyards under a freezing moon. Sometimes they stop to pray to God for direction, innocently unaware the devil answers prayers too.

The CMB merge the sincere with the insane, folding together the shadows of American noir, the stubborn grit of backwoods punk, and the kind of cutthroat twang only the least social-minded can truly appreciate. They dig through the past to find something new, pulling up the sacred and the profane to add twisted shards to the Lord’s ever-confusing mosaic. Stories you wish you’d never heard, yet can’t un-hear once they’ve clawed their way out of the void.

Brutal, bizarre and brooding, their songs drag the forgotten into the light, dress it for the wrong decade, and send it staggering back into the night. Call it a séance with the past, a fistfight with the present, or just a misguided, unsolicited love letter to everything that refuses to stay buried.