Hailing from Leeds, home to Hawk Eyes and Blacklisters, Black Moth are driven by huge, pulsating riffs. Imagine if the sound of all the vehicles in Mad Max: Fury Road were guitars, then that’s close to the sound this five piece produce.
Who the fuck are The Turin Horse you ask? Two dudes from Italy called s Enrico Tauraso (vox, guitar, samples) and Alain Lapaglia (drums) both of whom were in separate bands (Dead Elephant and Morkobot) but decided to sack that off, teamed up, moved to Turin and created this noise-pollution of a duo.
Tiny Moving Parts couldn’t have picked a better title for this collection of songs really. These 10 tracks on Swell are fit to burst with impassioned beauty, melancholy, tales of loss and re-connection; from their erratic time changes to the heady blasts of breakneck punk rock and contemplative, brooding lyrical couplets.
Foreign Being by The Royal They is anchored by one common goal – to hit you hard and make you take notice. At first, it felt solely driven by anger. There’s rage in this – boy, is their rage. The guitars howl and fizzle with acidic intent; but there’s also a hell of a lot of heart in this and that heart is pumping raw, bloody emotion from every ventricle.
So, what do you need to know about Weekend Rocker then by these Halifax lads, the Booji Boys then? It’s brief, I mean – at 12 tracks and 27 minutes (one of those tracks being over 7 minutes long) you barely have time to gulp a mouthful of air as another song launches itself at you from a huge stack of speakers.
There is a weird coldness to Chiller’s sound, making their moniker surprisingly apt. Featuring member’s of Feral Trash, Black Tower and Mother’s Children this Canadian four-piece are a somewhat of a super-group in the deep underground of the punk rock world. A film-noir cloak envelops Chiller; from their quirky, irregular sound…
As The Bronx famously said, “New Year, New Me…” let’s kick things off by looking at the upcoming tracks, singles and random noises that are being kicked around at the moment as we stage dive headfirst into the devil that is 2018 – see you in the pit, bring your shinpads, a packet of biscuits, thermos flask and your all Rush mixtape.