The world is a fast moving place, fraight with haste and impatience.
Wouldn't it be nice, if at least occasionally the rotation of this earth
would decelerate? Wight provide a soundtrack for this:
with playful, atmospherical slow-motion tunes they celebrate an
authentic black sabbath which makes even the beelzebub himself
turn trippy-psychedelic. Just like a cathedral, their epic sound rises aloft.
But do not fear: Just shortly before the world threats so finally perish,
Kyuss and comrades come around on a train and requicken this desert.
Wight are far, far afield and some smoking heads are guaranteed for friends
of Saint Vitus or Goatsnake aswell as for the followers of Earth or 35007.