Hundred Suns

A conversation between subterranean dirt and electrified sky; an invocation of the dueling destructive forces of blazing fire and icy frost; Hundred Suns make music cinematic in scope, haunting in presence, and disruptive in its moody upheaval. Like the power harnessed by the imaginative connotation evoked in their moniker, Hundred Suns offer an ambitious exploration of storytelling, introspective adventure, and atmospheric majesty, crushing in its depth and beautiful in its steady execution.

Hundred Suns drown themselves in doomy groove, bass driven power, loud guitars, and surreal sonic tribalism, with reverent worship of classic darkly romantic alt-rock bands, the scorching intensity of underground music, and the melodic clarity of the more uncompromising radio trailblazers of decades past. Deftones, A Perfect Circle, and even Chevelle are reference points, distant cousins even. But Hundred Suns boast disparate elements from post-grunge to the mind-expanding meditative epics churned out by critical darling progressive rock in equal measure, fused into something freshly unique. Hundred Suns sounds both familiar and groundbreaking.

The trio responsible for Hundred Suns is no stranger to making music, of course, celebrating the heavier extremes of the art form with angst-fueled anthems around the world, in their respective projects, both past and present. But vocalist and lyricist Cory Brandan (Norma Jean), powerhouse drummer Ryan Leger (ex-Every Time I Die), and principal songwriter/guitarist Chris LeMasters (ex-Dead & Divine) unlock grand mysteries with emotional resonance as Hundred Suns, as evidenced all over their immersive and diverse debut album for New Damage Records, The Prestaliis.

Tastemaker media outlets like Revolver, Alternative Press, and BBC1 with Daniel Carter have already taken notice. The response from fans is no less exciting, with a crowd-funded campaign that easily surpassed its initial goal.

Hundred Suns is an invitation to artistic indulgence, to creative alchemy, and to drink in each shared experience. “Time scrapes by,”” bellows Brandan. “Look to the sky and open your mouth.”