In a day and age where anyone with a smartphone can record an album themselves and distribute it around the world for free, it’s easy to forget the depths of obscurity that the cult bands of yesteryear trudged through.

Take for instance the slowcore outfit Duster, whose two full lengths in 1999 and 2000 received very little attention at the time. But with the emergence of social media and streaming, the few devoted fans of those records started finding each other and spread the word of Duster like gospel. The cult grew so much that eighteen years later, the band reunited, reissuing those two LPs and writing new ones.

And they haven’t missed a beat. Together, their second record since resurrecting, finds the band playing their personal brand of spaced-out, hazy slowcore with so much conviction that you might expect them to have been released twenty years ago.

Most of the thirteen tracks on Together live in sparse, barely-there arrangements that feel like the transmissions from a satellite slowly leaving the solar system. Percussion is often handled by a simple, steady drum machine—or a drummer so subdued he could pass for a drum machine. Guitar lines are soft and unassuming, picking notes through modulation pedals and vintage reverbs. And even as delicate as these arrangements are, the vocals are still somehow buried.

Tracks like “Retrograde” and “Time Glitch” are as picture-perfect Duster as you can get, offering up textbook slowcore because they wrote the damn textbook. “Escalator” and “Sad Boys” demonstrate the debt they owe to old psychedelic bands, offering soporific takes on the trippiness of King Crimson and early Pink Floyd.

But Duster isn’t afraid to raise their voice (so to speak—the vocals are buried through the whole disc). Opener “New Directions” gets a little heavy, their chorus augmented with fuzz and the drums taking a lesson from doomgaze. “Making Room” is more aggressive yet, even boosting the tempo a few BPM with even noisier guitars. Even on the louder tracks though, it feels more appropriate to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling than dance.

And therein lies the brilliance of Duster’s reunion. Where most reunited bands seem to be rehashing the same old material of their halcyon days, Duster has been able to expand their vocabulary without losing their voice. Together is far more sonically varied than either album of their original run, but it still sounds like no one but Duster.