Last night my girlfriend was telling me about a certain ill-fated coworker campout she attended last year that devolved into group hysterics for the exact variety of reasons that you’d expect from a 10-person camping trip of over-served and under-supported restaurant employees. She said she weathered their group drama by doing coke and reading vampire fiction alone in her tent. There is truly no better environment I can imagine for listening to the dark tinkling of Drab Majesty than a coked-up fantasy tent, unless you can get your hands on Morgana’s ice cave from The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea. DM pound their linked string and percussion tracks into metallic chimes—smooth, chilly renderings of what electro-goth-shoegaze music could look like in and outside of '80s pop culture restrictions. And what’s more '80s-gaze revival than icy, churning beats amid an extra line and a tale with some teeth? by Kim Selling