Goat & Graveyard - a ship of fools/light as a feather - 7" Purple Marbled Vinyl [Record Store Day 2025]

This product is a RECORD STORE DAY 2025 title and not available to pre-order. • Available to buy in-store from 10am on Saturday, 12/04/2025 (Record Store Day). • Remaining copies will be available to buy online from 8pm on Monday 14/04/2025.

The past year has been one of evolution for Goat

2024's eponymous album found the band refining their fuzz, dipping deeper into '70s psych-funk, and reconnecting with the sonic sear that's long been their guiding light

Always consummate collaborators, they capped off 2024 eyeing the future with a 7" single that paired their heat with hip-hop, working with acclaimed Ugandan artist MC Yallah

The bands often used the short format as a springboard for collaboration and experimentation and after singles with Yallah, Al Lover, and Bonnacons of Doom, Goat cues up a double-A doozy that reconnects them with longtime Gothenburg friends Graveyard

For a new Record Store Day single the bands blend their sounds into a twin toke of sweat and singe

Born out of a history of house jams at Goat HQ, the single unwinds Graveyard's more meticulous nature

"Ship of Fools" unleashes a tsunami of sound, guitars barreling down on the listener with ill intent

The wave crests and quenches, though, leaning into the soul-soaked direction of Graveyard's latest album, "6"

Head to head the bands dig towards a stadium sound that's still slicked with the swagger of the '70s, but rolled in more of Graveyard's grandeur than Goat's eclectic grit

The flip side lights up the speakers, less dense than anything either band has hooked into for some time

The jammy approach that inspired the session pays off throughout "Light as a Feather," soaking up prime-period Stones if they'd aimed for the heart of the sun with Father Yod in the driver's seat

Sloughing off the shackles of verse/chorus/verse structure, the song picks up mid-ecstatic peak, the listener already in thrall to the groove, simmering in the sway-along harmonies before an acid-butter burner of a solo sends the whole thing rippling out into the cosmos