Articles by Chad Murray
Abandoned Glow is essentially an album that sounds like what I imagine the aliens from Killer Klowns From Outer Space listen to. Erected from a labyrinth of grotesque and menacing sounds it exudes an almost constant sense of unease and at its most friendly sounds like some sort of gnarly late night solo venture into psychedelics. Flange Circus is revitalising the scary clown scene; it’s a dirty job but, someone’s gotta do it.
“We are a feminist band – and we try to “live feminist lives” – not just play songs “about” feminism. We hope our message is clear – our lyrics are pretty overt and we shout them as loud as we can”
Everything I’ve heard from them has completely blown me away and Digitalis is no different. Here we find a new side of the band, one that is somewhat more glittery and shiny and nice but, is no less intriguing and enrapturing than their previous offerings.
I actually went to grab a cup of tea at this start just so I had something to spit out in utter disbelief as to how fucking superb it was. I fucking love this track so much, this album has just totally blown my little pea-brain to fucking bits.
I’m intrigued and I hate to say that a band has actually made me enjoy something “groovy” but they did it.
I definitely think this album is a must for bassists and there’s certainly a lot of potential for the sound to expand in various ways but, as it stands this is a pretty compelling record and I’d say a successful experiment with the tired, de facto, nuclear band line-up.
Spooky screams and metal so suspiciously serious it makes you wanna dance.
A seamless continuation of relentless anguish and unwavering fury.
If you like Star Wars and stoner music, you’ll get a kick out of this. There’s definitely some potential to push the boat out further going forward and it should be interesting to see what path Bantha Rider take now.
This is a promising debut and a somewhat rare example of interesting post-rock in 2017. Its dark, brooding atmosphere contrasted with its kind-hearted centre makes for a pleasantly dichotomous listening experience.
Unimaginable pain and terror serving as a euphonic experience.
Clinomania is an album that lives up to its name; whether blissfully killing a Sunday chilling bed, totally wired in the bunk with friends or paralysed with dread chained to the furniture, this album chose a befitting sobriquet to unveil to us some of the brilliance of Wound.
‘Dear’ feels like the crushing weight of the amassed fathoms of the ocean collapsing onto the listener. It’s diverse but, it is also ceaselessly oppressive and relentlessly intense. Boris always deliver, they never fail to disappoint not in twenty five fucking years!
Don’t get into this thinking it’s all badger brains and lullabies, ‘cause it’s not.
Raw Power 2017 was incredible. I’ve never been to a festival before where every band was good, where everything ran to a good schedule, and where everything seemed to go smoothly. The line-up was flawless and the delivery was sublime. Thank you, Baba Yaga’s Hut.
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.