Split into 6 parts, I, Awake, the new album from instrumental-post-whatever-noise dirtbags UpCDownC, is essentially not being able to sleep at night; it’s sticking your feet out the end of the bed and wondering if a clawed hand is about to grab hold. Sweet dreams.
Apparently, Evolve or Die, the new EP from Brighton’s Tigercub, was influenced by a short story from Argentinian author George Louis Borge, called The Library of Babel. This tale is about a universe that consists of a library full of a series of hexagonal rooms containing the bare necessities for human survival.
Brilliantly self-described as “Drunk Wikipedia Farming” (aka, the kings of concept-core) the Stockholm/Illinois/Toronto trio that is Down I Go still exist as a band. Despite them all living in different countries, the simple matter of distance, time and space isn’t going to stop them from creating music.
Surely one of the best kept secrets in the underground music scene is CrazySane Records, right? This little Berlin-based label, run by Chris Breuer of ear-bothers HEADS. has been quietly releasing some great records, split 7″ and EPs over the last few months and slowly building up a name for themselves.
From the squealing feedback of opener Stuck, Donnie Willow definitely have issues that would very much like to vent and they do so with swirling rage. The bass on this thumps and hums with gurgling ferocity, whilst guitarist Arthur Piddington, switches from Tubelord-esque vocal wails, to raging yelps of frustration.
Opening track Melt Your Mind couldn’t be more aptly titled – it’s a shred of riotous, unhinged energy that bubbles, bursts and roars. In just over 2 minutes, it’s slams home a vibrant blast of melodic metallic punk leaving your jaw on the floor. This is swiftly followed by the drum-happy clatter of Bone Chain, which sounds like Van Halen writing a pop song for Kvelertak.
When a man in a suit approaches you in a dream and tells you that you will fail if he (the man) isn’t two parts viper, then I guess that’s a sign, right? That’s what Josh Scogin, vocalist and guitarist for improv-noise bastards ’68 thinks – either that, or he needs to seriously cut down on the Twin Peaks marathons.
Yagow are a vortex of sound with one goal in mind – absorbing and claiming everything within reach. This is best demonstrated on the mammoth 8 minute opener, Horsehead Nebula; a pulsating beast of hazy, cryptic guitar layers, see-sawing riffs and the kind of sprawling post-rock scuzz of journeying into the centre of a star that’s about to explode.