Not just ‘baby Mastodon’: The resilient sonic fury of Atlanta’s Palaces
In the increasingly distant days of the early 2010s, I knew them. They rehearsed next door to my band while a BDSM nightclub world of leather, whips and chains throbbed away overhead. While my group was busy with stoner metal, our neighbors in Palaces were sculpting their signature cacophonic onslaught of visceral screams and impenetrable…


