Articles by Chad Murray
I feel like I’ll never tire of Her Name is Calla, they’re a band I could and likely will see dozens of times.
Temple ov BBV is a savage collaborative effort that conjures the overwhelming disillusion, paranoia and dread washing over the UK as we remain buried from years of reptilian politics.
The Body are one of the best acts in music today and if they’re in your neck of the woods do yourself a favour and wash your mind away with a calming shore of noise so heavy that it’ll rupture your consciousness into a meditative powder of sleeping fragments.
‘Shame Spiral’ is a relentless burst of enmity and abrasion cascading fury in all directions. All that’s left is noise, USA Nails are pissed off and that’s something we can all relate to right now.
Oxbow + SUMAC was just another example of a fucking brilliant show put on by fucking brilliant bands for a fucking brilliant promotion.
Chaos out of sorts with normality, celebrating disorder and rebellion…and something sublimely distanced from this version of reality.
“I stepped out of Bo Ningen playing this huge, sprawling instrumental and walked round the building still listening; through the other side and it was still going, I got back through to the other side of the venue and there was like another three to five minutes of seemingly improvised chaos.” Chad Murray reports back from the first Wrong Fest in Liverpool.
Some of the most eclectic and fucked-up music the label has put out to date. It’s a really nice album to listen to.
A futuristic version of Dante’s Inferno in which every circle of Hell is a bleak, technological meltdown.
Raw Power is on it’s way; if you’re missing it you better have a fucking good reason, otherwise you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but soon and for the rest of your life.
“Gnod are the most essential band in Britain; it shows in everything they do but, I assure you, watching them live is an impeccable and unpredictable experience”.
Chad Murray caught up with Part Chimp, who released their most excellent album ‘IV’ through Rock Action Records recently. “What the fuck IS going to happen??! We just don’t know”.
Flowers Must Die live up to their reputation with this fine first full-length offering for Record Recordings. A crucial component in Rocket’s already landmark year of releases.
I’m coming back to Liverpool from the big smoke for one weekend in April and here’s why:
Kungens Män offer another bold, transcendent gem into the Eggs in Aspic arsenal in this bold, vision quest of an album.
I can only really compare them to the likes of Bowie and Nine Inch Nails, they’re a band on a complete different level to any other in this underground music scene.
The second EP from seventeen year-old axe prodigy, Flicker Rate sees an evolution in style, sound and substance, whilst offering a brief glimpse into future offerings.
Like one long lucid dream, a band I had always wanted to see live, played so well and so amazingly that I barely opened my eyes the whole time; it was utterly an trance-inducing trip through musical excellence. I look forward to many, many more Grails gigs going forward.
It’s like drinking liquid nectar; intoxicating in its spaced-out catharsis and ominous in the most fascinating manner.
Without a doubt, the sophomore release from these guys is already absolutely unmissable.
A unique trip-hop, glitch-hop collection with an idiosyncratic voice and an interesting approach to arrangement.