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Like the blind oracles of legend, the North Carolina acid-sludge quartet Doomsday Profit offers a dark vision of an even darker future. Of course, after watching the past years’ collision of natural catastrophe, political unrest, and the ruthless culling brought about by COVID-19, one needn’t be clairvoyant to surmise what lies in store for humanity. Into this desolate present, Doomsday Profit emerges, offering its meditation in anger, In Idle Orbit. The debut EP floods its dystopian visions with snarling psychedelic grit and deep-dredged sludge riffs that calls to mind the relentless pummeling of Conan, as well as the cosmic excursions of Earthless; the bad-trip acid-rock of Church of Misery, as well as the scuzzy blues of Dopethrone. Perhaps there’s something vile in the hog-pond tainted North Carolina waters. Connoisseurs of all things slow-and-low might draw comparisons to fellow Tar Heel acts such as Sourvein, Weedeater, or Toke, but rather than draw inspiration from a coastal existence, Doomsday Profit reflects their life in the Triangle region of North Carolina — an intellectual, commercial, and political hub of the state. It’s a region of sprawl and gentrification, where the South’s dark history festers beneath the promise of technocratic futurism, and where the scars of the past are painted over with the false promise of salvation through innovation. But for all its apocalyptic nihilism, Doomsday Profit doesn’t shy from accessibility. Writing about the band’s 2