I’m not much for putting stock in band names, unless they’re ridiculously cool or ridiculously appropriate. So I would assume Pyres are named thusly due to the trail of such burning monuments left in the wake of their fiery brew of sludge, post-sludge, and doom-sludge. On debut LP Year of Sleep, these Torontonians set fire to the scene with six torches of tone over 40 dominating minutes.Continue reading →