Articles by Jared Dix
They know loud underground rock music isn’t going to save the world, but it isn’t really a weapon, it’s armour.
Absolutely glorious homemade pop music. Get on the bus with this new record, let a little light into your dark, cold, world.
Chat Pile successfully expand their sound while still keeping it ugly and bludgeoning.
There’s a wide open space for them to discover, but you know they’ll approach it with love.
A cheap ‘n’ nasty bottle of bad vibes to pair perfectly with your growing misanthropy and dwindling supply of hope.
Less direct than sampling, more fluid than pastiche, they’ve hit on a way of mining old sources for a widescreen soundworld of their own.
Set Of All Sets is a dazzling widescreen epic that remains thrilling all the way through.
A no messing blast of hardcore rippers that scarcely pauses to catch its breath.
Anderson neither attempts to master new musical systems or instruments nor does she simply transpose everything over to her more usual style. She comes to the records as something to learn from.
Supersonic is not in the business of making its promoters wealthy, it’s about the life-enriching power of art and music. It gets ever more difficult to make events like these happen but they are not going to lay down, once again delivering an amazing weekend, a victory in the face of adversity.
Amulets remains a master of this sound, tape loops meshing with ambient guitar textures to conjure up evocative atmospheres.
SHOUTING THE ODDS is a solid chunk of Birmingham techno with very little by the way of frills, it’s muscular, rhythmic, machine music.
Actual Bastard brings hopelessness, self doubt, nihilism, psychic dread, social anxiety and all yer best boys over for a bag of cans and a pitch black laugh.
The music is like a willow dipping its boughs in a stream, turning its leaves in the wind like a shoal.
Tenth album from beloved Canadian collective finds them getting even more insular and melancholy than its predecessor.
Weekends like this are a beacon of light in darkening times. . . Supersonic is a gem, don’t take it for granted.
This is, perhaps, Gnod at their gentlest, but they’ve not mellowed out.
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.
Vivid with life and unease. As always with mclusky there’s biting tunes, dark wit, and terse wisdom.
Loud, loose, and thrillingly alive, it’s a much needed reminder that not everything is soul-suckingly terrible.
