Death Orchard
Emerging from the ashes
of Weasel Knight, Kaspar “The Marshal” Kindle trades thunderous psychedelia for martial acoustics, cold darkwave pulse, timpani, xylophone chimes, and dry baritone hymns. The sound is sparse, ceremonial, and severe: acoustic guitars as marching orders, dead flowers pinned to black coats, old-world trumpets echoing through ruined halls.
Death Orchard does not mourn the end of empire.
It documents the silence after.