I’m not entirely sure how to pronounce Bisch Nadar, so forgive me if I say it incorrectly during this review.
Mr. Ted could have had an album here that would rival Black Flag’s My War and Slip It In, but that would be boring. Instead we have the most absurdly stupid album that you will ever enjoy for all of the reasons. Right and wrong.
I don’t have a vanity spawned by fear, so I was sceptical as to how I would fair with this album. Verdict: you don’t need a vanity spawned by fear to love the new release from Fret! (I promise this running gag ends here.)
I don’t think I could name any post punk/jazz artists, at least that I have ever listened to. I can’t say that it is really a “genre” that I could get into, but you will want to get this little slice of it if just for the bizarre happiness within.
I’ve been so caught up by the amazing experimental, industrial and explosive music coming in recently, I almost forgot what it was like to hear some solid punk rock coming into my inbox. And here we are…
HIT ME WITH YOUR LAZERS, YOUR LAZERS, YOUR LAZERS!
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.
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.
What is it with bands and horses these days?
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…