Your band sucks!
The evil Old Goatish Thing h(a)unting the boys-who've-become-sad-about-being-adults had me hooked on its gnarly horns for a while, and despite all the bickering whining a bleak eldritch otherness snuck about the edges of the campfire light. There's a great spooky survivalist story wandering these woods. But the path is also a bit beaten down (the story too familiar, and dragged out). And then things got fucking loony when a black metal band shows up.
No, I'm not kidding.
And not the fun loony, either. Just the silly loony.
Not nearly weird enough, but Nevill has talent.