The world is strange and frustrating place, it’s a dissonant mess, a fuzzy scream of static that prickles against our sanity. ‘Discontent’ captures this mood and channels it into a surprisingly upbeat anthem of resistance. Slicing through the airwaves with cutting lyricism and boundless energy, Faron Sage reaches out of the digital realm to rally…
‘I Want To Hate You’ strolls in with attitude from its audial onslaught onset. It has boundless energy that bubbles into explosive bursts or pure emotion. Musically it’s a whirlwind, vocally it’s a firework show, then sitting pretty in the middle of the track is this raw and pure jazzy little piano break that just…
From the very first strum there is a dark and bloody taste to Pete Gardiner‘s ‘Sing From The Heart‘, it’s got that old time blues in it’s soul and it whips the smoky haze into a thunderstorm that strikes lightning bolt electricity into the heart of the listener. Pete Gardiner is a damn fine lyricist.…
It begins with the tinkle of chimes plucked from the strings you’re not meant to play in the neck space of an imagined instrument. This is mythic music, impossible and impressive. From there we dive into an interstellar jam from another dimension. In amongst the wiggling of black holes and celestial bodies, a thin golden…
Danceflaw saunters in with an addictive and confident groove to cut a mean shape on the dance floor. Gorgeous vocals jiggle merrily with a slight spooky vibe that adds an interesting contrast. An anthem that celebrates the queer spaces and family that provided the band the security and comfort necessary to grow and evolve their…
Slave Dog aren’t looking to take it easy on the listener. Picture Perfect explodes with all the force of an atom bomb. Lyrics forceful enough to topple cities riding apocalyptic with impressive vocal velocity over gargantuan riffs. From the outset the guitar leads in with a jerking spasmodic refrain that quickly spirals into a chaotic…
Monokino brings together concrete blocks of experimental noise dug out from beneath the beating heart of the city to create a super cool soundscape. Your Underground shows off a much fiercer and edgier side to Monokino‘s sound. It has a prowling energy to it, pent up and ready to pounce. It begins with this sparkling…
Who the fuck is Vincent Van Gogh? Well let Cave Paint Make Fire introduce you. Vinnie vinnie vinnie vinnie Van Gogh is a painter who toiled away at his craft but ultimately died broke, unknown, and alone. If only he leveraged Instagram in order to connect with a larger audience, this is a chilling tale…
Spooky blues? Cadaver cabaret? Space shanty? 8Foot Felix defy genre, box, label, or any kind of conventional order. They burst from the speaker with the same chaotic raw and pure energy they channel into their live performance and it is an intoxicating rhythm that wiggles its way into your very bones until you can’t help…
Man Without Country is not just a human without a homeland, but a being of timeless energy too. This synth driven EP feels like a neon fever dream. It pulses with the electric heartbeat of a cyberpunk disco hall from a dystopian future, it sparks with the experimental excitement at the invention of electronic music.…
Time N Time Again saunters in with all the maturity, explosive sound, and bluesy beauty of a Black Sabbath track. Vocally it roars with blood spattered chords, sonically it growls with due passion in the drums and guitar, and compositionally it introduces a band who are already way ahead of their tender years. Music is…
Stavation begins by feeding the listener a furious little flurry of fiendish force on the drums. From there the feast of a riff roast is laid heavily down onto the centre of the table. As the listener tucks in ravenously the aroma of the main course wafts in and it’s a sludgey beast with a…
Based on a quote by the late great Jimi Hendrix Floatin’ is a track that rides the wave rather than trying to preserve it. It’s a spacey little jam that veers between its energetic hook and the more lo-fi crook of the song. Give the lyrical content it’s not surprising to find that the track…
‘Second Kind’ waltzes in with the guitar equivalent of the Moonlight Sonata, a slightly eerie but beautifully measured sonic introduction. Once the drums join in it begins to build until about the 1 minute mark when the gathered tidal fury crashes down and the bones of the track rise up from wreckage. From here on…
Carl Fungus manages to blend together the far out groove of the 60s with the effortless cool energy of the garage indie band. The resulting mutant hybrid is a spangly flower child diving feet first into his acid trip, a wink in his eye and a smile on his lips, hair still perfectly quiffed ready…
