Not many bands whack out tracks over 10 minutes long that really get me going. And these proggy types of music, even the (in my opinion) better ones don’t usually get further listens from me post review. Ancestro may be a first here.
It is safe to say, we remain fond of Qoheleth’s debut effort, as they successfully ran away with a true noise rock sound and had fun with their selection of abstract pieces. This time around, they have channelled their creativity into one hell of a concept album. This is Black Kite Broadcasts.
Everyone needs at least one record in their collection that opens with a scream. It’s oddly satisfying.
The last month has seen us check out some pretty outlandish, abstract and noisy releases, so it’s strange to say that Living In A Radio City has felt refreshing to listen to, considering it offers little more than any other modern day alternative artist out there. But on the plus, Cross Wires have something decent going on here.
This was initially just going to be me telling you why you should go and pre-order this tape based on the pleasure of hearing the preview track, but I have now been very fortunate enough to listen to the entire thing (including the tracks exclusive to the physical cassette release). And now you have to believe me when I tell you to bust out a couple of quid on this beast.
Anyone who pays the vaguest of attention to this site will know that we have very recently reviewed a single from these fellows, and if you actually read that then you may remember that I was intrigued as to how the full album ended up sounding. If all of this is news to you, check out Distract Me and come back to us (partly because it isn’t on the album and also because I’m probably going to refer to that review way too much because I haven’t slept and my mental capacity is focussed on keeping me awake right now).
Bands that offer this frantic heavy punk-rock sound, like Winnebago Deal and The Dwyers, are an immediate win for me. Immediate 9/10 – review sorted.
I’d say about a third of the bands that land in my inbox have their names capitalised. I’m not sure if it is a genuine thing that most bands these days particularly spell their name in all caps, or if it is just a common choice in the way they type it for attention. Either way, this is another one of them, and to be honest, the name Powerpissed doesn’t need capitalising.
It is no secret, I favour any requests for reviews from smaller independent artists over the PR company mass mail outs that I receive. Well of all of the ones that I have glanced over, The Good The Bad And The Zugly are one of the bands that stood out the most. Not just because of the outlandish name, but being described as “Norway’s best kept punk rock secret” had me intrigued.
Not many reviews have a back story to them, but this album came to me following a series of caffeine fuelled tweets and a shit week at work resulting in nothing but sarcasm and unspent energy. The same day, Riq Chiznik made a comment about this album being a flop and wanting it trashed by a critic. Two and two were put together and, well here we go…