“It’s a slickly produced thump of tenderised carnality designed to entice mass engagement. Devour it, go get free and get hell bent. And if you can’t then be glad this can for us…”
“It’s dusty, calamitous, messy. It’s full of atonal pinches and squalor. Noise detracts from the tightness, manic vocals hide the quips, its immaturity masks all its know-how…”
The inbox was bulging. The sonics piled up. So with every submission sifted through and listened to from the vast jam of backlog and build up… here’s the best since the last time we met.
“Defiantly oddball, endearingly goofy, grin pleasingly off-kilter cute… Welcome to the world of Gus Englehorn, where the main and only question that bites your ass urgently is ‘who the New-York-Fuck is Gus Englehorn’?”
“Somewhere between Low, the new ‘tronics of Scott Matthews and the reverb-soaked slow tones of Burial, there’s a neat place where ‘Overture’ settles. Like a lost scene from Under the Skin, it seeps in like some sonic osmosis…”
“So let’s start ’22 with a cool blast from Mexico, where new wave and post punk and frosty electronics hit against blurred grooves of agro…”
This is music direct to your ears. A light shone on uncovered gems. Here’s the very best of 2021.
From the C86 heavy lofi winterlust beauty, to the wigged out electro that follows, some of these are pretty darn special…
“Like Velvet Underground begat Lewsberg, like New York Dolls testube spawned Dick Venom, The Fall co-created Stuart Pearce. Never smarm-hate a band for their influences, love them for loving what your into…”
“After the teases, the singles, the late night PR pushes, the new album frm Fritch has arrived… “