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.
Immersing themselves almost completely in a different spectrum of reality, USA Nails (the family fun time band from London – as they like to call themselves) seem content to continue morphing into a magic eye picture of warped insanity. The Swami-guitar lines of their debut have all been erased; washed in a sea of sludge.
Man, this is pissed/odd/crazy (delete where applicable). Hey, that’s what you expect from any band on Riot Season though; a label that are the true purveyors of the weird, wonderful and downright ridiculous when it comes to creating a variation on sound that can be interpreted and translated into music. KRAUSE are four dudes from Athens…
Five years since Celebration Rock and there’s murmurings in the Japandroids camp. If you think about it though, this is a band that have been on tour for years, then they go into the studio, lay some tracks down, maybe have a few months off to let the ringing in their ears die down a bit, then BANG! Here’s the new record. So, it’s really not that long – we all need a rest, don’t we?
Guest post! It’s nearly the end of the year, so we asked Jack Murray gives us a rundown of his top 10 albums of 2016. From Pat Sharpe and the Turbo Hand Shandies, through to Egg Sandwich Overkill and the new album from The Outhere Brothers – he’ll be counting down the hits of this year. Boom, boom, boom – get on it son.
I’m sure in many, many, MANY years, 2016 will be studied as the “what the hell happened in THAT year?” as a history module. 2017 has got to be better, right? Thankfully, there was some good music this year, amongst all the badness (Ken McCray dying was a total bummer and you know, the other stuff) so, what better way than countdown my top 10 albums of 2016.
If the production on this was some form of mineral, it would be a mudslide; a cruel, filthy, flow that never lets up until everything is submerged in grime. The guitars let off an ear-squealing hiss of disdain throughout the 35 minute running time of Gold, whilst the bass rumbles and belches thick, slabs of mulch and the drumming is a tribal hammering of bloodied determination.
At 6 tracks long and 37 minutes running time, House of Lightning absolutely blitz through these songs with unhinged and frenzied delight. It’s a evolving mixture of colliding genres and styles all scrambling for position; from moments of boom-led stoner-rock, to over-driven thrash-punk, squealing alt-rock and sludge, House of Lightning keep the listener on their toes.