“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…”
“Yes there’s a million angry DIY bands, and punk acts arrive ten a penny. But Permo are strangely, satisfyingly addictive with a distinctly gutter-bound glamour…”
“It’s a new set of ash-smothered sonics, an EP of remixes of songs never made, ideas stripped before ever seeing daylight. Spectrograph’s mini-album is caustic and lean with a roughshod apocalypse kick…”
Back on form. Back on heat. Back on scuzz. Welcome to this month’s sonic roundup…
“Between the bleak freakouts and moodboards, like a signature Vukovar trick, are the full-bodied gems of lost pop songs, lifted straight from a bootleg cassette…”
“Thin scrawling riffs on repeat. Guitar sounds as wiry as bedsit coathangers, a bass line that grinds out its chug-heavy gutturals… it’s sporadic and crass and as ugly and lean as any mid to late 80’s Bad Seeds.”
The best of submissions, reviewed tracks, the almost-reviewed… and a fistfull of this month’s best music!
Richard ‘Kid’ Strange has been busy. The pre-punk provocateur that spawned Doctors Of Madness is restless… and dare I say, even nostalgic.
“Between A-side highlights and a B-side that flies by, Fake Flowers Never Die is an intriguing slice of deceptively slick new wave indie…”