Third Island is a post metal band formed in 2015 and based in Ireland. Drawing from a wide array of influences including doom, post rock, shoegaze, sludge, and stoner rock, the band aims to create a unique sound blending huge guitars tones and dark atmospheres.

The band is made up of multi-instrumentalists Liam O’Connor, John Quill, and Seamus Quaid.

In the summer of 2016 Third Island released their debut EP “Dusk”. Based on themes of nightmares and sleep disorders, the EP aims to bring the listener on a journey through insomnia and fear.

Third Island is currently writing new material, promoting the EP, and preparing for live shows.

The boys from 6OCK hail from the Gold Coast Australia and started jamming together in late 2021, however they have played in bands together in some form since the early 00s. Some of those include The Crisis Therapy, Hunt Muerto, Post-Life Disorder, Dreamkillers, Sarah Joh and more. 

The 6OCK sound is generally of the heavy sludgy variety, and reflects the wide range of influences that have accumulated in their collective decades of experience. It is via straight up walls of doom-laden riffs, off-kilter jarring noise and atmospheric post-metal passages, that they express poignant and/or twisted topics and feelings, personal or otherwise. 

In late ’22 the band started recording songs for an upcoming release. The drums were tracked at Core studios with Nick Carpenter, while the rest of instruments and vocals have been recorded and mixed by the band at their own ‘Stu Stu Studio’. The debut EP is set for release in April/May this year, with live shows starting mid winter. 

6OCK are:

Shane Hook-  guitars/noise
Ben Lysaght - drums/vocals
Tim Dodd - guitars
Anthony Palmer - Bass/vocals

FFO: Mastodon, The Ocean, Yob, Amenra, Cult of Luna, Crowbar

Three dancing eyes chasing the night idol, a sound bending at the magical sphinxes of times ready to explode in millions of vivid and dying butterflies. A needles storm enveloping more distant minds’ sleep to fecundate the first handmaid’s ancient womb. A psychic and interrupted rock, a multitude of words weaved together with a string made of stones and
gems. Three eyes left is the dance before the word and the word before the colour, and now waits for the harvest refulgence to gather and offer the livid germ of its roots.
Dance incestuous sons! At the sickle light, find the chosen ones, show them what they will receive in gift.
A mass of mothers and sisters, of eyes consecrated to the black light of the oblivion, an ethereal mastodons and solar flares’ Danse Macabre.
A music box made of tendon and blood from which rolls itself the inception silence, the virgin the offers herself for another smile, the planet that fears a light that isn’t its own.
From the Stones’ Gardens up to the never born dreams, through the Third Stone, to the solitude of mud beyond the discriminating mind’s hell, Three eyes left is sludge and psych, now more than ever.





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