Mirthmuck by Gruffle

# MIRTHMUCK

We crawled outta our mud-soaked burrows to pound out these tracks after the Great Goat Theft Festival left us with nothing but broken mugs and fresh grudges. This ain't your fancy elf-music – it's PROPER trollkin racket straight from the dankest caves of Gruffarn!

From the first bone-rattling chorus of "First Mug's Luck" to the cave-shaking finale of "Gruffarn Guffaw," we've packed this boulder of an album with every stomp, roar and berry-pulp war cry our clan could muster. The Ridgetail brutes nearly collapsed the recording cave during "Ridgetail Stomp" (still finding bits of ceiling in our fur), while the Mossknuckle tricksters snuck extra goat-horn blasts into "Rumblespite" when nobody was looking.

This whole mess tells the tale of our coming-of-age chaos – from fumbling our first feast-mugs to outrunning mountain spirits with nothing but wit and strong legs. Our village elder Gromtooth says it's "the sound of fools becoming slightly less foolish fools," which is the highest praise a trollkin can get!

We recorded everything live around one massive stone table, catching every belch, laugh, and table-pound in its natural glory. Thunnok's fungal-wood flute got partially eaten during "Berry-Pulp Smirk," and Kromp's fuzz guitar still has teeth marks from the feud that broke out during "Boulderbelly Charge."

If you've ever survived growing up by the skin of your tusks – or just want to hear what happens when trollkin slam mugs and howl at the moon – MIRTHMUCK is your invitation to our cave. Just bring something to bang on and your strongest drinking arm!

No elves were harmed in the making of this album. Not permanently, anyway.

Stomping out from mossy caves, we smash eardrums with troll-powered riffage and guttural howls! Our fungal-wood flutes and bone-rattling drums will have you headbanging till your horns fall off. Join our feast of fury!