After taking some time off from touring, White met Anderson at the coastal town of Point Lonsdale, Victoria, on the southeast shores of Australia. This laid-back scenery pours into Swallowtail, a new set of improvised compositions where the musical possibilities between them merge with the infinite ebb and flow of the Pacific Ocean coast.
Released via Iron Lung Records, the West Coast purveyors of some of the finest anarcho punk this side of hell on Earth, Buyer’s Remorse wastes no time in uninviting you into its harsh soundscape, filled with diatribes against modern contradictions, life debts, paranoid anxiety, addictive decay, and traces of assorted human wastes.
On A Trip To Bolgatanga, African Head Charge’s first new album in twelve years, lies a multicolored vision of psychedelic textures, sounds, and surely, a deep mystification of the outer realms of dub and reggae. Active since the early 1980s in the UK, the band encapsulates the spiritual drumming of Bonjo Iyabinghi Noah and producer Adrian Sherwood’s philosophy.
How do you sort the recording of an album when everything seems to be shutting and places feel alienated? Ulrika Spacek’s latest album, Compact Trauma, arrives as a sharp, psych-blowing, krautrock-flavored manifest of a band coming back to surface after a self-imposed banish and overcoming the strangeness of its own ethos.
Fury, alienation and anxiety are key emotions in the punk and post-hardcore canon. For Tunic, those feelings are not just essential, they drive them. On Exhaling, they deliver a massive set of 23 songs injected with visceral themes. David Schellenberg roars and snarls lyrics of coping with stress and the vexed duality of oneself.
The Octagonal Stairway brilliantly captures the decadent stream of contemporary consciousness. Whether it is by shredding eardrums with jigsaw riffs or making you feel awkwardly self-aware through cinematic noise, these tracks are essential if you’re looking to dwell in a vast maze of primal and visceral sonic freedom.
This split EP is a brief, yet precise combination of two complementary worlds, despite being continents and languages apart. You must have heard that music is a “universal language” and you’re probably aware that long distance collabs between bands are not that rare in this time. Esmeralda fuses both notions and the result sounds awesome.
They’ve been in the Chilean underground scene establishing themselves as an iconoclast, revolutionary band through cathartic live shows and a fierce musical output. With the release of their new album Mapas Auténticos del Mundo Imaginario, Mapas Imaginarios del Mundo Real, punk gets unleashed into free-form jazzy performances.
