Articles by Chad Murray
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.
A surge of psychedelia venturing out into space with the force of an erupting rocket engine, it’s as electrifying as The Rock and as cosmologically satisfying as The Moon.
It has this intangible quality of being in a venue; as a listener you can feel the different environments that breathe life into the release.
A dashing collection of easy-going psyche pop-rock tracks that will please weirdos and indie fans alike.
It was fucking badass, every creature in the building had their minds blown be it band, fan or miscellaneous.
A fluid, intoxicating trip that like its title beckons out lysergic leanings and hallucinogenic pleasantries. It’s fucking delightful.
This album is a fucking surprise and a revelation, whether you’re on drugs or have small children or Gnod forbid, both, this is an album for you.
Góst Rock is a highly enjoyable, easy-going album for slackers, stoners and Sunday afternoon kind of people that kind of feels like a natural soundtrack to a Kevin Smith movie or a James Franco/Seth Rogen kind of flick.
Someone’s gotta be the bad guy and with Bad Guys calling it quits and with the world collapsing we probably need Evil Blizzard more than ever right now.
Bad Guys will live on inside everyone one of us in their music and this final memento contains some of their finest offerings to date.
Stained Glass is a stellar ambient-electronica album traversing post-rock and experimental elements to successfully create atmosphere and relaxation.
This will go down as one of my favourite gigs ever and it’s my top contender for performance of the year so far.
It’s great to see that at a time where millions of people around the world are protesting against sexism, misogyny and inequality within our society, that the underground music scene is once again here to offer us artists who can provide a voice to the voiceless.
Brother Saturn has crafted a solid story of personal exploration, trauma and discovery. The two albums fit together as one beautiful cohesive whole but can and also should be enjoyed as separate works that individually offer a wealth of ideas to the listener.
A burial of strong emotions with a deer-in-the-headlights stare transfixed at the harrows to come.
A force to be reckoned with.
Sculptures is a strong collection of experimental ambient tracks that does a good job of building intrigue both for Specimens and for First Terrace Records.
The whole album is one mass of time shedding sound in all directions.
A whirlwind through chaos leaving all who hear it with ringing ears and melted faces like the fucking of ark of the covenant or something equally capable of mutilating the average countenance.
“Fuck the old stuff. We write together. We put no boundaries on our creativity. We refuse to compromise” – Dale Barclay.