Articles by Puce Grundrich
“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.
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.
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.







