Articles by Matt Butler
There were no more than 50 in the room, but we witnessed something special.
There are more riffs and hooks in the first song alone to fill an entire album. Put simply, it sounds huge, fuzzy, warm and crisp. Awesome stuff.
It could have fallen between two stools – too arty for the doom crowd and too loud for others seeking something contemplative. But it doesn’t. It reconciles the irreconcilable.
The compendium is a towering work, possibly a little overlong, but impressive none the less. And it stands easily as Klimt 1918’s best work.
If these six songs are anything to go on, this band will be worth keeping an eye on. In the meantime we can only dream of living in their colourful, sunny world. By Matt Butler
Is it worth dropping your hard earned cash on? Yes. But only if you don’t listen to the lyrics. Or they release a special prude’s edition with instrumental versions of the second and final tracks. – By Matt Butler
This album proves that you don’t need a guitar to play decent heavy music; there’s no mistaking that this is a great album. – By Matt Butler
They’re heavy, yet hypnotising. They’re loud, yet languid. They’re simple, yet psychedelic – and so, so good. – By Matt Butler
There is a lot to take in, with four of the seven songs pushing (or exceeding) 10 minutes each, but it is still well worth a listen, especially as winter approaches. – By Matt Butler
So is it essential? Probably not. But it is fun. And it reeks of a joss-stick-scented time that most of us never knew and our parents never told us about. – By Matt Butler
A very good slab of high-speed metal, played by people with an ear for a crunching breakdown or a soaring chorus, as well as barreling riffage. – By Matt Butler
Let’s face it, putting out two songs of jams, which span the entire side of a full length album and making it even listenable, let alone enjoyable, is a tall order. And they’ve pulled it off. – By Matt Butler
This is the best punk record I’ve heard in ages. In fact, it’s bloody marvellous. – By Matt Butler
Be warned. You may not warm to this immediately, but when you do, you may find yourself shopping for stuff that hasn’t been in fashion since the first time flares were the thing. You may even feel the need for a lava lamp. Or at least a long skateboard. – By Matt Butler
Los Disidentes Del Sucio Motel created a massive, angst-ridden collection of anthemic monsters, retaining a few of their desert fried-roots, but adding baubles like a knack for a hook or clever breakdown, progressive elements and a shiny, near-radio-friendly production sheen. – By matt Butler
If Yawning Man’s previous rate of output is anything to go on, this will be the last we will hear of them for a while. Savour this while you can. – By Matt Butler
It’s a gentle call of defiance, an acceptance of grief at the end of what was a cathartic 10-song creation. It acknowledges that even if life throws over-ripe tomatoes at you, you can still make Bloody Marys. Let’s hope it’s not another five years before we hear from Blind Pilot again. By Matt Buttler
The bottom line is this album is loads of fun, with its debauchery and Satanism turned up to cartoonish levels. – By Matt Butler
This is bloody great, if you like your music scary, abrasive and bleak. And loud of course. – By Matt Butler
It may sound churlish to complain about too many riffs or an excess of changes, because innovation in a genre which is straitened and slow to evolve should be praised. But just as speaking to a genius on a caffeine high is no doubt extremely informative and exhilarating, it would also be exasperating. – By Matt Butler
A brooding, heavy, malevolent piece of riff-laden noise. First efforts aren’t supposed to be this coherent and accomplished but this is. – By Matt Butler