This is spleen venting filth with a mean garage grind that ties punk up in white-knuckle knots…
“These aren’t just imitations of old tones and lost soundtracks, though their imprints are more than all over, every track holds a wealth of 80’s offshoot sub-genres from new-wave to synth-prog to pop…”
“There’s so much in the sonics and bones of ‘Believe’ that it’s hard to know just where start. It’s frustratingly clever, emphatically catchy, and just so damn easily accessible…”
“Gasoline, turpentine, hard times, and pulled triggers, every Bible belt trope gets thrown in. They get mixed up with drums that rank power over prowess and guitar tones that bleed out of speakers…”
“It’s a deep seam of fuzzed out and bleached desert sounds with a grimness that lurks in the dirt. We can almost hear vultures clamping down on old bones, shoegaze never sounded so… rural…”
“Every sound in this EP is bolder. More fluid, more set and more certain. Minaxi’s music has grown and they’ve grown along with it, it’s a pleasure to ride along with them…”
Always eclectic, always a riptide, always a fist full of sonics…. This is July ’21.
“It’s as phallic and sex-worn as Beelzebub’s hoof-stick and it’s soaked in a riff heavy glaze. Drag that sound with its glitter and leather and guts right on into the 21st century, and we have something like Midnight Devils…”
“There’s a flicker and twitching of intricate rhythms, there’s a soul to the guts of the song. In a head-spin of hazy, half-lazy quick sounds that weave punk, Afro-garage and grime…”
Here be brooding electronica, triphop, global pop and a side swipe of hard beats and hits… Here’s the dark side of your summer kicks!