A lot can happen in 6 months. It seems like just the other day, I was reviewing Tuath‘s EP release, ‘existence is futile‘ – fast forward 175 days, throw a Brexit, a May and a Trump into the mix, and survival appears ever more volatile.

Just the other week, I wrote a review for the video release, of the lead track, ‘existence is futile‘, from this latest EP by Tuath.

What I particularly love about Tuath, is that you literally don’t know what they’re going to come up with next. Their’s is not the predictable, regurgitation by numbers, of easy-street. Their’s is the, to be applauded, path far less travelled. A path littered with obstacles, hairpin bends, steep inclines and precipitous drop-offs, a path refreshingly devoid of pretentiousness.

Tuath, those psychedelic purveyors of, “Free sunshine acid, new love and terror cult, magic moogle’s vintage psycho arrangement”, return with a valorous video visitation, a verdant vestige of viscous verbiage, if you will…