Further Out, the debut LP from rumbling Indiana trio Cloakroom, could've alternately been titled Deeper Down, since it centers on dark, subterranean guitars that appear to be emanating from somewhere within the earth's core.

Further Out, the debut LP from rumbling Indiana trio Cloakroom, could've alternately been titled Deeper Down, since it centers on dark, subterranean guitars that appear to be emanating from somewhere within the earth's core.

The band is comprised of three factory workers, so it shouldn't surprise that its musical output is generally thick, heavy and industrial, constructed with muscled drums and guitars that sound as though they were set in place by massive cranes. At times, the lyrics espouse similarly workmanlike virtues, such as on "Asymmetrical," where singer and guitarist Doyle Martin details a night, if not on the town, at least somewhere outside of it. "Took a long drive, got a few dents," he sings atop a bevy of riffs that sound determined to do some damage of their own. "Told a couple of jokes at your expense."