(((O))) Tag: Sub Pop
Another gentle devastation from Iron & Wine, Hen’s Teeth is a great jumping-on point for new fans, and a beautiful follow-up to its predecessor too.
This is not passive, you need to engage if you want the good stuff, you’ve got to meet it somewhere. In this album’s case, that’s out in the woods.
The music is earthly and unearthly, with moments of both grounded sensitivity and detachment that soars away from that ground to look at an existential, aeroplane-high picture. Salmena’s music, here, is a sonic reflection of this winter’s night –bracing, expansive, and this time, welcomely dark.
White Roses, My God is a rarity in that it is an essential album, not necessarily for the music, more for the fact that it has to exist, to keep Alan Sparhawk continuing to create his wonderful art.
With the punk genre having greater mainstream exposure with bands like IDLES, Pissed Jeans may well find themselves the recipient of some extra attention.
Their previous album Ummon really set them up as one of the finest space rock bands around, and now with Ilion they have taken that a step further.
Busting out of the pandemic lockdown with a fistful of dreamy psychedelic disco stompers, we welcome the return of NYC art rock band Guerilla Toss.
Hey What is a confounding and astounding record that will be played and talked about for years to come. A modern classic.
Formed in 2008, Blacklisters, quickly earning a reputation as a formidable live act through aggressive, confrontational performances riddled with dark humour, The band returned to Greenmount Studios in 2019 to record their third album, Fantastic Man. T …
Without pushing the envelope, California’s Moaning have crafted an accessible post-punk album for everyone to enjoy.
It’s not all one one paced though, there are a couple of short, sharp fuzzed up garage rock classics in there that really lift the energy and bring a nostalgic smile to those of us old enough to have been there in the early nineties.
For the most part Years To Burn is a treat, the best thing anyone involved has done for a few years. Often it’s so hushed and intimate it’s as if they’re playing in the front room and don’t want to wake anyone sleeping upstairs.
It’s perhaps akin to watching a monument burn down to the ground in the pitch black of night in a majesty of flames stretching upwards, the power of something being destroyed in a somehow beautiful way.
Mudhoney have been a massively overlooked band since their 90’s heyday, but they have kept releasing consistently good music and this is no exception.











