Dig in and ingest and digest. Here’s this month’s high delights for your pleasure…
We’re in the church of repetition where the spray paint on the alter says ‘one good riff is good enough so don’t waste it’.
“In semi-lucid lucid arrangements and coarse bible belt imagery, there’s a hard-baked and grim desolation. These are noises that shine after violence, aftermaths of aggression and loss…”
“The communal gurn of a sweat-stunk back room, the heat and the steam of a DIY shoebox that’s packed tight with low light and writhe… This is all that’s imagined and conjured up during ‘Killadelica’s 42 minutes…”
Back on form. Back on heat. Back on scuzz. Welcome to this month’s sonic roundup…
“These are intimate songs of depression. Violent introspections, self-examinations, self-worth imposed and assumed…”
“To the labels, the artists, the indies, the late night keyboard warriors, the shy bedroom writers that sent out their first tracks….”
“Neo-psychedelic sub-gothic krautrock, cruel and mean in its dark art-house violence.”