Articles by Jared Dix
They deliver not pastiche or parody but a finely tuned mix of doom and black metal.
Slipping free of familiar structures the music flows and mutates. Pools of noise skimmed by clusters of beats.
Grips an unswerving momentum, dragging increasingly chaotic clamour in its wake as it goes.
Shackleton’s hallucinatory bass-murk meets the playful absurdist spirit of Scotch Rolex on a fun house glide.
Of course you love Mudhoney, what’s wrong with you? They’re only the band Nirvana could have been.
Martha are a splendid conundrum: both special and ordinary, and somehow special because they are ordinary; but mostly they’re a life affirming shot of pop.
Pigs are musically heavy and lyrically dark but the overall effect is exhilarating, even joyous. It’s vivacious doom.
Emotionally it might not escape the same dank dungeon where The Body and Full of Hell are found but it sees Buford and Walker at play in the ashes and ruin.
They may tour in a battered transit van but they sound like a fleet of bombers approaching.
The mystery of Laibach endures. Avant-garde provocateurs or kitsch joke? Why not both? Laibach contain multitudes.
Sleepless and distractedly channel surfing, Themes From is a brighter, more colourful, record than its predecessor, a little more alert and diverse.
Still something of an unknown quantity Objections prove themselves worthy headliners.
Offers up a subtler twist on the usual chaotic bad vibes, less hedonism and more blank horror.
For best results you should be drunk, in a dark space, submerged in fierce volume.
Do you want a sweaty, garage noise, rock ‘n’ roll fit or do you want the tiresome everyday?
Bong-Ra is getting cosmic, calling on the ancients and pulling strands from his whole career into bass heavy doom rituals.
A deranged and diseased stagger through ugly American dysfunction. They might just be your new favourite band.
