Lost In Lizardland

Paddang's heaviest trip yet has landed. A molten swirl of desert mirages, psych-fuzz fever dreams, and scaly whispers from the ruins of forgotten worlds.

This one’s a proper journey. A cracked map. A hallucinated compass. Tales of Moros and the ragged ghosts of greed, of nature undone, of creatures with ancient eyes and crooked smiles. You’ll find beauty, dread, rhythm, and ruin. And maybe—just maybe—something that feels like home, if home was a decaying paradise built on lava and lizard bones.

Paddang poured everything into this record. It’s weird, wild, strangely beautiful.
 A hymn for the end times. A soundtrack for the next evolution.