YO! I dropped off the face of the earth for a while there, making brief appearances for the personal requests that I got. What a better way to return than to do one of those obligatory “best of the year that has just done finished” posts.
I would have never put Fat Mike and Dinosaur Jr together, but that’s the kind of thing Von Stache sent my head running to with their latest EP, Quiet, Brain.
I didn’t think any bands had identified with the “Screamo” genre since it became an embarrassing tag about a decade ago, but Dooie Mus are using it to describe themselves. Needless to say, I was immediately drawn in.
I have been sent a lot of music that blends two strong styles from different genres of music, which is always something that ends up being a dangerous game with who it appeals to and what it actually pulls off well. Soul Fire Saints have stepped up the game and stand out for all the right reasons.
Continue reading “Soul Fire Saints – Rock ‘N’ Brawl [Single Review]”
Albums jump out at you for different reasons; some because they appear to hit so many of your sweet spots, others because they are slathered with bizarrely intriguing weirdness. By way of uncreative writing, you have probably guessed that this is very much the latter.
Some of you may remember my review of Salamander’s first single, Burn The Witch. The remainder of you clearly don’t visit The Cauteriser enough.
There are three key things that can greatly give musicians a boost with their work; most commonly some form of drug or alcohol, or my personal favourite, caffeine. Salt The Snail are a perfect example of the latter.
Enamel Animal; I like the name alone. 8/10 job done.
One thing immediately stood out for me with Sports; those guitars. So much so that I am getting straight to them in the introduction. At times, such as the within Sound Of The Universe, the tone and reverberation sound like they belong in an old 60’s/70’s record. At others, they almost drive the entire song on their own. And the rest they just power the album’s biggest moments.
One of my favourite things about reviewing music: being introduced to a band that you would never have otherwise come into contact with who sit very nicely within your tastes. I have huge soft spots for anything that is filthy and unpredictable, two boxes of which are thoroughly ticked and pissed all over in Better Days.
Continue reading “Missiles of October – Better Days [Album Review]”
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