Articles by Jared Dix
A brilliant album, Last of the Better Days Ahead draws on the strengths of an impressive career and still expands the scope of Parr’s music.
Stunningly realised, an overwhelming piece of work. Terrifying and beautiful.
A course of gently analgesic library music. Hawksmoor’s blend of electronics and live instruments decorating still, quiet, rooms in slowly changing moods.
More sees them further honing their attack, condensing down their weirdo sludge punk into gut punch blasts.
A shut-in’s death disco of disfigured beats and fried industrial tones.
One of our most inventive and forward looking bands, there is something about Snapped Ankles that’s more sci-fi than back to nature.
Noise-hop cheerleaders and candy-striped, sunshine pop so joyous it’s probably fortified with vitamin D.
New set of lush abstracts from loscil is as rich, detailed and multilayered as we’ve come to expect.
An unassuming but impressive debut EP.
Failure, self doubt and projection abound but Contender is also full to the brim with soaring choruses and an absolute sackload of power pop hooks to wash that bitter medicine down.
It’s a very healing record, full of calm acceptance. A reconciliation with the darkness.
Up from dank earth and onto bright headland, the usual layers of tones and drones are now warmer, softer, almost weightless.
Telex’s futurism is mostly a mundane modernism. They do not want to be robots or conceive sci-fi utopias in sound. They’re named after a piece of office equipment.
The atmosphere it generates is so complete and instant it’s like entering a different place.
The album unfolds with an understated magic, always with another modest surprise to delight you just around the corner.
Hallucinatory strangeness echoing down the years in multiple voices from the divine into the dark satanic.
A teeth grind march, noise and bile over battering drums, the definitive rant.
Honest enough to get experimental without being pompous about it. True believers in the dumb adolescent mess of energy and defiance that makes for the best rock ‘n’ roll. Praise the Lord.
Their most fascinating record in a long while.
All that fun and infectiously, unstoppably, funky into the bargain, clap your hands and chant along brothers and sisters.
A comfort blanket of an album, get your beers and snacks in, wrap yourself up in that couch fort and drift into these songs.