Echo & The Bunnymen return to the fore with Apples for Isaac, their thirteenth album and their first in 12 years following 2014’s ‘Meteorites’. It would be fair to say that the group have had a shift in tone since their last effort, though, which maintained a darker, more forlorn sound than the recent record. In contrast, this new album maintains a cheerful-sounding, yet well-considered and balanced range of tracks which provide a thoughtful yet optimistic atmosphere – one that, gloomy news cycle aside, which leaves you feeling pretty good about things. The production is the work of frontman Ian McCulloch, who has put together a bright-sounding mix, featuring masterful arrangement of the band’s instruments along with smartly used orchestral arrangements.
Category: indie
All those reinventions, genre-clashes, breakdancing and Gen X irony can take it out of a person. So it’s little surprise that every twelve years Beck returns to a safe place, a familiar terrain, where he can work through difficult emotions with trusted musicians. There’s no pressure to show off, innovate or get crazy with a processed cheese spread.
Sea Change, Beck’s eighth album, established this more sombre space in 2002. It was folky like 1994’s One Foot in the Grave and ’98’s Mutations, but different too: a dead serious, dead slow, dead melancholy mix of acoustic guitars, strings and a Gallic-funk rhythm section, it found a bruised Beck channelling his heartache over the end of a nine-year relationship. Sea Change confused…
People like to say that artists who have little left to lose, either by virtue or lack of past success, have “zero fucks to give.” Usually, this means that an artist has either reached a point at which they no longer care what kind of impression their work makes on the general public, or, taking a more wide-angle perspective, they see no appeal in anything the world and future have to offer, and wash their hands of the whole thing. Colin Newman and Malka Spigel, formerly of post-punk legends Wire and Minimal Compact, respectively, have certainly earned the right to rest on their laurels, cruise on autopilot, follow their fancies, or indulge in score-settling. They owe the world nothing, but the world owes them plenty. Yet their latest album as Immersion is a work of craft…
Laurie Osborne (Appleblim) describes Liminal Tides with a series of antinomies: awake / asleep, self / no self, and conscious / unconscious mind / no-mind. To these, one could add Bristol / Berlin.
It’s no secret that Osborne has spent much of his career as Appleblim between these two cities. While he picked up the mantle Appleblim in London, DJing early dubstep at the foundational FWD>> clubnights, he began producing the stuff upon moving to Bristol in 2006. Bristol is also where his two record labels got their start: Skull Disco (2005-2008) which he ran with Sam Shackelton, and the solo imprint Apple Pips (2008-present, though largely inactive since 2013). At the same time Appleblim got big in Berlin, Ricardo Villalobos and the rest of the minimal techno…
It would be easy to describe Santur & Kamancheh for Electronics as an encounter between Iranian classical instruments and electroacoustic music. Fortunately, that is not what this album is about. Rather than treating tradition and experimentation as opposing worlds, Maryam Rahmani & David Esser allow them to coexist within the same acoustic space. The santur and kamancheh are never presented as historical artefacts awaiting electronic transformation. Instead, electronics become another way of listening to them.
From the opening “Glass Tower,” one has the impression that the listener has been placed inside the instruments themselves. Contact microphones, geophones and live processing reveal vibrations that normally remain hidden:…
…features previously unreleased tracks, B-sides and remixes from The Chemical Brothers, Massive Attack, Jagz Kooner, and Two Lone Swordsmen.
Whenever indie music seems lost in its own self-righteous, unchallenging, inoffensive fundament, Primal Scream rides in to try and save it all. So just as Screamadelica tried to encapsulate the importance of ecstasy culture, or Vanishing Point tried to exorcise their own insanity, here XTRMNTR is a nasty, fierce realization of an entire world that has also lost the plot. The album starts with a gloriously vindictive sample of a kid commanding “Kill All Hippies,” and this roughly states the album’s modus operandi. There are songs shouting with furious, feedback-splayed anger (“Blood Money,” “Exterminator”), songs…
The journey to Sylvan Esso’s fifth studio album was a cross-country trip, with a storm on either side. Quite literally — Amelia Meath and Nick Sanborn left their longtime home in Durham, North Carolina, in the wake of Hurricane Helene in late 2024; shortly after they settled in Los Angeles, they found themselves surrounded by the January 2025 wildfires. The duo was already mourning the loss of their close friend Jessica, who died of sudden liver failure in 2023.
If there is a single throughline on Ow ∞ (pronounced “Ow Infinity”), it’s grief. It’s not an album about death, per se, but about living in the wake of unimaginable loss, overcoming the pain that keeps piling up — “the suffering of suffering,” as Meath calls it on “Flood Season.”
“I have something to say,” the opening line of Paris Paloma’s raw, visceral, and powerful sophomore album The Fatal Flaw, is a colossal understatement. It’s unfortunate that portraying a world through the female gaze, glaring down on misogyny, superficiality, and capitalism, is considered radical. Paloma knows that the only way to crumble power structures is to face them head-on, and if that’s radical, then she welcomes the label with open arms.
The Fatal Flaw celebrates art, stuffed to the brim with allusions that cement Paloma’s role at the intersection of pop, intellect, and humanity. The songwriting is adeptly concise and eloquent, often reading more like a short story collection than an LP. It’s resoundingly successful in…
Twilark’s Canon Pence sees the beauty in everything falling apart. In a wavery tenor balanced precariously between country confessionals and indie rock self-examination, he mourns the changes in life, in relationships, in bucolic plots of land swallowed by development. And yet, he also finds solace, even revelation in the cycle. The best song on the disc, “Prettiest Way to Die” tracks the slow, visually striking death of a tree strangled by wisteria. It’s a disaster for the tree, clearly, but also an indelible image of weathered bark wreathed in murderous purple flowers.
This is Pence’s second album as Twilark, following 2025’s The Taming Ties Create, a sparer, more inward-looking collection of songs, which nonetheless foreshadowed…
The configuration of bass, drums, and piano is an all-too common one in the world of jazz music, but when those instruments are somewhat turned on their heads, the results can be unique and often stunning. That’s certainly the case with Enneads. Their self-titled debut features Zach Layton on an unusual 17-string electric bass and pianist Phyllis Chen using nodal points inside the lid of an amplified piano, run through a distortion pedal. Hamir Atwal’s drumming setup is fairly standard, but the way he works subtly around his bandmates creates an ambience that adds to the otherworldliness of this startling, moody record.
Released on the forward-thinking Birdwatcher label (responsible for experimental releases by artists like GADADU, Jessica Pavone, and…
…The digital deluxe version features 3 exclusive bonus demo tracks that are not available on the physical standard vinyl or CD pressings.
Where in the past Bloc Party have dealt in emotional ambiguity, on this seventh effort all metaphors are discarded. Described by Kele Okereke as the most personal work of his career, Anatomy of a Brief Romance is a chronological account of a relationship from first glance to final goodbye, operating as a memoir over 14 songs.
Given the autobiographical content, it’s a surprise that Okereke chose to release this under the Bloc Party name rather than as a solo record. Yet the presence of guitarist Russell Lissack, drummer Louise Bartle and new bassist Harry Deacon — making his recording debut with…
…expanded digital edition featuring 11 additional b-sides and live recordings.
Listening to a new Solex album is a bit like being suddenly and completely immersed in a foreign language. At first it sounds alien, unpredictable, and impossible to decipher, but as time goes by, its rhythms become natural, and charming idioms and turns of phrase slowly reveal themselves. Elisabeth Esselink’s third Solex album, Low Kick and Hard Bop, could be considered a primer in advanced Solex — it’s an evocative and wildly creative, but not immediately accessible collection. Listeners not already fluent in Solex Vs. the Hitmeister and Pick Up may be bewildered by the strange, ever-changing melodies and arrangements, which Esselink crafts from samples of…
“We shall ask you to forget our former pranks and playfulness. We ask you, in the name of dignity and art, to put yourselves in a receptive frame of mind.” That sampled dialogue appears at the midpoint of Zeds Dead’s recently released third album, Return to the Return (of the Spectrum of Intergalactic Happiness), but it stands out as its core message. For 15 years, the Toronto-bred electronic music duo has been branded a bass act, known for lush production and explosive headbanger drops, but it’s never been truly fair to categorize Zeds Dead by any one genre.
Marking 10 years of its record label Deadbeats, Return to the Return (of the Spectrum of Intergalactic Happiness) feels as much a reflection point as a reinstatement of…
Within the somewhat unusual confluence of synthesizers and a small orchestral ensemble, Canadian artist Flore Laurentienne produces music rooted in the landscape of his country and inspired by the vastness of the St. Lawrence River. The music is bright, simple, and powerful. Led by Minimoog player Mathieu David Gagnon, Flore Laurentienne are comprised of a string quartet, two keyboardists and a percussionist and their new album, Volume III, highlights the concept of beauty in chaos, and like the press materials suggest, the message is one of light: “It is the seed in the ground that becomes a plant and then a flower, blooming at its peak and then inevitably wilting so that the cycle can begin again.”
Following in the footsteps, needless to say,…
Thirty-plus years later, the last two albums by the original Pixies lineup, Bossanova and Trompe le Monde, occupy a strange place in the band’s canon, more highly regarded than their later releases but rarely seen as the equal of their earlier work. These new remasters are available on CD and in a limited-edition vinyl with a bonus 7” of previously unreleased songs and offer an ideal opportunity to reevaluate the albums on their own merits; short version, they stand up pretty well.
Back in 1990, it seemed like the Pixies were on the verge of a commercial breakthrough, but that never really happened. Instead, Bossanova offered a softer, glossier and more conventional take on the Pixies sound at just the point when bass player Kim Deal’s other band the Breeders had…
The boldly colored cover of Fantastic Thoughts features a sinewy band of horses heroically galloping out of the clouds above and into the foreground. Believe it or not, even that image might still be a little understated for the mood of the music.
Multi-instrumentalist Nate Mercereau is a prolific MVP of the L.A. post-jazz scene, frequently found in the company of similarly ubiquitous, outside-the-box musical thinkers like Carlos Niño and Josh Johnson on projects including 2025’s transcendent Openness Trio album and Andre 3000’s head-turning ambient-jazz solo debut. But while Mercereau’s solo sojourn shares a sense of spiritual uplift with those projects, it couldn’t be further from their quietly contemplative tone.