There’s not really much to give this introduction, other than the fact the name drew me in, followed by the album art. Also I have a fucking mental rabbit running around me and climbing my legs right now. Cute guy.
This review was fuelled by intrigue. I was sent a tweet with nothing more than a link to this music video. I checked it out, the lovely human being that I am, and loved what I heard, so immediately gave it a re-tweet. Unfortunately, not being sent it as a proper request it slipped my mind, but here we are now. I couldn’t not share the love on this one.
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.
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).
Every so often I only crave louder and filthier music, and then a band will come along utilising big structures in such a way that the heavy use of distortion isn’t missed in the slightest. Enter Tabatha Crash.
I have mentioned a few times about being drawn into a review by a title or back story; this one pretty much tops everything to date…
It’s inevitable that when you review one band, similar bands will find your post and send you their music. Somehow I have a slew of this weird indie-fuzz headed my way. I don’t know how, but it always sounds surprisingly fresh and interesting.
I have always liked split releases. Although it sometimes feels a bit weird buying half a record for a band you love and getting another half for one you have never cared for, you get instances where you can be weaned onto a new band via the select track(s). This PABST/AUTISTI split could easily be that for fans of either band.
Vultures are one of those bands whose name I have seen in passing but never actually heard anything that they have produced. I had no idea what to expect from this one, which tends to be all the more exciting to dig into.