From the lightless depths of that accursed era men now call the pandemic (an epoch when reality itself seemed to fray) there emerged a duo whose music whispers of realms best left uncharted. Few dare speak their name aloud. Yet those who have heard them cannot forget the eldritch and enthralling duality of The Coastal.

Eric’s fingers dance upon guitar strings with resonant precision. Each vibration summons impressions of half-remembered phantoms - shapes glimpsed in the periphery like spectral tendrils in your mind. Adam steps into the spotlight, his voice dripping with a strange, inexorable pull. Every haunting note is an incantation, summoning the listener deeper into unknown recesses where truths lie hidden like shadows beneath darkened waters.

Together, The Coastal conjures sonic sorcery, a blasphemous fusion of Soul, Folk, Acoustic Rock, Industrial, and Electro, an unearthly tapestry where beauty and disquiet exist togethrt in fragile harmony

 

The stage is set.
The lights dim to a sepulchral glow. Somewhere in the unseen beyond, The Coastal begins to play.