Piercing poetry coiled in intricate instrumentation with a powerful punch that draws blood and then tenderly stitches up the wound. Every line provides a prophetic and profound statement that seems to be at constant war with itself. The track has this frantic dissonance that is delightfully devouring itself. The duality and confusion of the ever […]

With its lingering lament on the steel guitar and tender tearful touch in the lyricism, this is an ode to the road and a fond farewell to the faces we may not see again. Penned in the company of friends in the Sonoran Desert as part of the Americana Folk Gathering festival the song acts

Tom McQ is more myth than man. A musicians musician that we have waxed lyrical about before. The kind of exuberant and enchanting enigma who can play from the witching hour to the dawn and never repeat a song. The kind of folkloric fable who can break his guitar at a festival and the campsite

Collosal riffs and furious drums create a soaring soundscape that floats effortlessly atop the always ascending progression of the album. The EP begins with the mission statement of ‘Stranger‘, the lead guitar steps into the limelight shredding through riffs that could bring a grown man to his knees. There is a classic rock feel to

K is a musician and artist that exists on another plane of reality entirely. Emerging in moments of visceral clarity from amongst the buzzing static of a broken television set. There is something dissonant and broken about the glitchy soundscape that makes up the music, but within the fuzzy fever dream are spikes of instrumentation

A sinister and deep dark soundscape that embeds itself in your very atoms at the tip of an aggressive unleashed fury in the ecstasy of the climaxing choruses. Cutting an effortless cool and razor sharp silhouette in the dancehall shadow somewhere between the buzz of an EDM concert and the fuzz of a punk gig