Beware The Goatman shake faith to its foundations on 'Bone Rattler'
Somewhere between prayer and panic, a voice whispers: Bone Rattler, the debut single from Lyttelton’s newest noise-born trio, Beware The Goatman. It’s a song that thrashes and claws through the thin veil separating belief from blind faith, devotion from delusion.
Formed in what they call “the shadow of a monster,” Beware The Goatman aren’t a band that arrived neatly rehearsed. They were summoned. Frontman and producer Heeringa, known for his electronic work as Wulfie, describes the project as a return to something more primal. “I just missed being in a rock band,” he says, but Bone Rattler makes it sound like something darker than nostalgia is at play.
The track churns with pounding drums and guitars that feel half alive, half possessed. There’s a ritualistic intensity to it, a rhythm that feels like a séance for the lost parts of yourself you didn’t mean to dig up. Beneath the grit and distortion lies a sharp question: who sold you the lie?
Their sound pulls from turn-of-the-century titans, Queens of the Stone Age, Alice in Chains, Muse, but it’s twisted into something raw and unnerving. It’s no surprise that Sam Trevethick of Shapeshifter called their music “a welcome and addictive surprise.”
Beware The Goatman’s upcoming debut album, a self-produced 10-track record due in 2026, promises to keep walking that tightrope between the sacred and the profane. And like their name, drawn from a Lyttelton legend about a half-man, half-goat creature lurking at the edges of town, the band seem intent on turning their own mythology into something you can’t look away from.
For now, Bone Rattler stands as both an introduction and a warning. The devotion might move you. The delusion might consume you. But either way, something’s going to rattle in your bones.
