(((O))) Tag: album review
This is truly a melding of musical worlds, creating something new and vital, yet with elements of familiarity.
This is a fun album from a fun band, and festival line-ups are the better for Blood Red Shoes staying in the business. But, more deeply, Get Tragic is somewhat lacking in character.
Absorbing, exhilarating, with ‘Yn Ol l Annwn’ Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard’s closing trilogy sees them finesse even further their own intriguing, inspiring, and distinctive musical identity.
Juddering-misty-fog black metal riffing is solidly where Sordide’s new record is rooted but there’s also an impressive technical expertise.
With a line-up consisting of members of Harsh Toke, Joy, Loom and Radio Moscow, you would imagine that offshoot group Volcano would offer something quite remarkable. What you might not expect is a full on Afrobeat album steeped in a lysergic stew of San Diego acid.
Cosey not only continues her pioneering legacy in the art of sound but forges new ground with this album.
This may be just a side project for these guys, but based on the quality of this album, maybe they should consider making Old Mexico a more regular project.
The Heretics is album number thirteen for Greek black-metal stalwarts Rotting Christ, and it’s a very impressive offering.
On their second full-length album entitled Sun Rose, My Diligence show a maturity and drive that begs attention.
Fun is what’s missing though, and what made part of the Skraeckoedlan experience so exciting. There’s nothing wrong with this album, and the discerning fuzz rocker will find much too love.
Albums like this should come with a warning. When playing this record, make sure that breakables and the more fragile humans in your household are well out of reach.
Throughout, Baelus and his cohorts leave you wondering which sound is which, to force you at one moment not to care anymore and just enjoy their dark musical concoction.
It’s complete sensory overload, but the moment the adrenaline injection and eye crossing confusion starts to wane you start to see that this is music with melody, rhythm, and poise at its beating heart with every element pushed to its most extreme.
HEALTH are envisioned as a digital, sonic militia dispatching waves of audial gunfire whilst a honey-voiced dictator enchants his republic with vague, nihilist rhetoric.
This music is not so much written as grown, possessed of the anything-goes spirit of improvisation that the Ozrics have been synonymous with since their early days, yet refined into an irresistible, purposeful collection of music imbued with a strange sense of peace.
The Sacred Oak is a mystical portal to a forgotten Fantasy realm, with rich compositions and diverse instrumentation. It’s captivating atmosphere and attitude will effortlessly take you to a different world, your mind the canvas and the album the paintbrush.









