There’s something wonderfully old school about the hype that has propelled RIP Magic’s career thus far. Total frenzy. Whether it’s the Mascara Bar residency sold out on word of mouth alone (before the release of a note of music), tours with Fcukers and Tame Impala, or the Tyler, The Creator and James Murphy stamps of approval on their fuzzy, buzzy demos, RIP Magic’s entire existence has felt like an exciting secret that everybody’s in on.
Achieving some of these landmarks in a two-year lifespan would be an elusive, almost impossible challenge for most bands, but for RIP Magic, it’s been as easy as 1,2,3.
Although their rise has been rapid, RIP Magic didn’t spring up out of nowhere. This is not a psy-op. Repeat: not a psy-op. This project…
Category: indie
Apocalypse takes many forms on Sigil, the second record from Sour Widows. Its songs are littered with black holes, disasters, nuclear bombs; there are guttural screams and onslaughts of distorted guitar. This brutality isn’t the Bay Area band’s only mode, but hardly a song passes on Sigil without destruction, or at least the looming threat of it. Often, these crises follow the logic of dreams, where angels can crawl in through your ceiling, or a door can let in “all the filth from the world.” The album was conceived from a series of dreams, too: It takes its title from one that singer and guitarist Susanna Thomson had about making a record named Sigil, and the premise of its title track comes from a dream her bandmate, Maia Sinaiko, had about the end of the world.
During the pandemic, Spanish DJ and producer Oriol Riverola, aka John Talabot, found himself feeling lost. Beyond losing his primary source of income as his tour schedule evaporated, the complete lack of dance floors also left him feeling creatively strained.
He wanted to make energetic, club-ready music to release his pent-up fear about the state of the world — but with no crowded rooms to play those tracks in, the exercise felt futile.
Talabot finds a fascinating middle ground on new album Music for Empty Stadiums, which he produced in the thick of isolation. He keeps the upbeat sounds of huge music events, but splatters them all over the place in a truly beautiful expression of what the producer was…
…Like many of the pioneers who would go on to inspire the genre, Hysterical Love Project are resistant to being boxed in as trip-hop at all. But that doesn’t mean they’re afraid to plunge headfirst into its bassy depths. While the Melbourne-based husband/wife duo of Brooklyn Mellar and Ike Zwanikken deploy a similar bedroomy fusion as the newer artists mentioned above, texturally they’re in much murkier waters.
After a handful of supremely mellow releases that blended lurching ’90s breakbeats with wintry, Mazzy Star-like songwriting, their third album dives into a vat of mercurial distortion and slippery, all-consuming bass. This is still swooning, dejected music designed more for the kick-back than the club, but even with…
…newly remastered and include five bonus tracks: rare single edits, alternate versions, and legendary electronic remixes from the archives.
It was pretty hard to guess what Primal Scream would do with a follow-up to their bombastic 2000 release, XTRMNTR. That record broke all kinds of ground for a group that had consistently shifted with popular culture since their Madchester/acid house success of Screamadelica. XTRMNTR offered up a maddening scope of aggressive beats and screaming politics that the group had not previously tackled. Jarring and off-putting at times (albeit a stroke of brilliance), the record is a tad difficult to sit all the way through. Evil Heat seems to attempt to bridge together the two worlds of their past club psychedelia and…
Sometimes there’s music that makes you feel like you’ve been listening to it your whole life. It immediately gets under your skin and stays in your head forever. Even when an artist is new, their songs might sound as iconic to you as, say, J Mascis or Jason Pierce’s stuff. Juice Webster somehow works exactly this kind of magic on your mind. Her 2023 debut, Julia, felt like coming home, like returning to your old teenage bedroom full of posters, vinyl, and precious memories. Her sophomore outing, Kind of Fantasy, is akin to Greta Gerwig’s Narnia – it’s like reliving a whole mix of emotions just by opening an old wardrobe full of you-know-what.
Having started down this path around 2019, with bare folk ballads in the vein of Joan Baez…
For anybody still convinced that Geese’s explosion in popularity was a fully botted psy-op rather than the natural byproduct of present-day digital marketing in a culture starved for new rock’n’roll saviors (and, you know, an album that’s actually good), allow me to offer Heathers as an analogue study. The solo project of one Heath Michael Thomas, a 23-year-old kid from the town of Cape Girardeau, Missouri, Heathers until now has primarily existed as a TikTok page where Thomas performs a constellation of various crunchy covers: Big Star, Ween, Frost Children, music from Earthbound, Kings of Leon, Gram Parsons, and, naturally, Geese. His page has a respectable few thousand followers, but nothing stratospheric. Nevertheless, his debut album,…
The cliffsides of Big Sur, California are rugged, romantic, and seemingly endless. The shimmering coastline stretches both outward and upward, as the rocks the waves crash against hold the roots of the redwood trees, some of the tallest and most ancient in the world.
Mimicking the rough splendour of its namesake, this debut album by Big Red – a solo vehicle turned trio from Joe Scarisbrick of UK band The Orchestra (For Now) – builds from quiet hums to a torrential storm, flitting between melancholy and heartbreak along the way.
As a songwriter, Scarisbrick already proved nimble on the Orchestra EPs Plan 75 and Plan 76, where the seven-piece band oscillated between tenderness, detachment, and anxiety,…
Brixton’s The Windmill is easily the most discussed music venue of the decade. Its 150-capacity room nurtured an eccentric art rock community, birthing now-renowned acts Black Country, New Road, Black Midi and the Last Dinner Party. It sparked a wave of jazzy, multi-instrumentalist musicians worldwide, from English Teacher (Leeds) to Geese (New York) to Hesse Kassel (Santiago, Chile).
HMLTD were among the first artists from the venue to gain attention, before the press had even decided the Windmill was South London’s supposed hub of eclecticism. While their contemporaries performed brooding music, donning drab, working-class garb for post-punk credibility, HMLTD stood out like a sore thumb with their multicoloured, aristocratic glam…
Songs for Sinners is drummer and producer Moses Boyd’s first album in six years, one he’s been thinking about since he was 16. Boyd’s project explores the tensions of spiritual faith and doubt as human forces capable of comforting, dividing, unsettling, and restoring balance via a highly individual meld of contemporary jazz, modern gospel, Caribbean rhythms, and soundsystem culture with individual voices, a choir, and deft musicianship over a dozen tracks.
“Precious” is introduced by Boyd’s shimmering electronics and drums, an electric bass, hand percussion, and organ before Donovan Haffner’s bluesy saxophone and the Kitchen Choir (family members and others recorded in Boyd’s kitchen) paint a blissfully sacred groove.
Cold War Kids have released Robbers & Cowards / Complete Cowards (20th Anniversary Edition), revisiting their debut with four songs completed from the album’s original era and six live recordings captured in 2007. The original album’s breakout singles included “Hang Me Up to Dry,” “We Used to Vacation” and “Hospital Beds.”
The Digital Deluxe Edition adds Phantogram’s reworking of “Hang Me Up to Dry,” which reshapes the song with electronic beats, layered atmospherics and vocals. The collaboration is the first part of a broader anniversary project, with more reinterpretations of songs from Robbers & Cowards planned for 2027. The four completed songs are “Loyalty,” “There Goes The Night,” “Jesse Latour” and “She Can Do No Wrong.”
Weezer founding member and original bassist, Matt Sharp, while working on a series of “lost-albums” from the cutting room floor of his creative-life, stumbled upon a curious multi-track reel of analog tape. This mysterious reel found at the bottom of a treasure chest of other master recordings just happened to contain Weezer’s very first studio sessions.
These were the very same recordings that were responsible for earning the band a record contract for their iconic debut “Blue” album. These newly discovered sessions feature raw, vividly emotional and ecstatic versions of the band’s timeless hit songs Say It Ain’t So and Undone (The Sweater Song.) Sharp and legendary music producer Joe Chicarrelli took these recordings…
And true to her word, she cuts right down to the bone across the album’s 15 tracks, living and reliving her traumatic experiences with assault and misogyny, processing fragments of trauma in laboured screams and audible gasps, pursuing anyone who’ll listen.
In an interview with The Guardian, guitarist Tyler Paterson likened PISS’s instrumental approach to “scoring a film” starring Zantingh, situating her voice against what the band describes as “a centuries-long conversation about gender-based violence.” As such, these tracks are as confrontational as can be: mostly two minutes or shorter, constructing and deconstructing noise-rock soundscapes at the pace of a post-traumatic flare-up.
Timeless, and yet always fresh: utterly oblivious of any wiles of the pop business, Planet Yello has been turning on its orbit for nearly fifty years, plunging us into a world where past and future are one and James Bond joins forces with the Man in the Moon, Dionysos and Philip K. Dick. “To the future, through the past,” declares Dieter Meier. With their fifteenth studio album Time Lab, Dieter Meier and Boris Blank put this maxim into practice more than ever.
Blank constructs his imaginary soundtracks from a combination of freshly minted samples and a deep dip into his archive, which in the course of nearly fifty years of incessant creativity has accumulated innumerable song fragments, riffs and motifs. Meier then arrives to uncover the tales of anarchic romance, absurd robberies…
At nearly 40 years old Gold is the Metal (With the Broadest Shoulders) remains one of Coil’s trippiest and most ludic sets, beloved for its febrile fusion of field recordings (a drunken brass band in Mexico; a Muay Thai boxing arena) with a malfunctioning Fairlight synth and the pair’s homoerotic, eccentric energies. In the grand scheme of their catalogue ‘Gold…’ marks a line in the sand between their earliest work and the new decade advance of ‘Love’s Secret Domain’, a groundbreaking LP and huge influence on everyone from Æ to NIN, Surgeon and the electronic music at large. In key with a slew of posthumous Coil releases over the past decade, the remastered versions now better backlight the vastness of their sound, revealing ‘Gold…’ among their sexiest and most seductive.
After an event-filled 45 years, Weird Uncle Al Jorgensen has finally decided to call it quits and to pull the plug on his main musical vehicle, Ministry. That he’s got this far, however, might be something of a surprise to those who’ve followed a career that began in the 1980s and that’s taken in all kinds of unhealthy pursuits along the way.
But what won’t be a surprise, is that Hate to Go – Take Out Or Delivery finds him strutting towards the exit with an almighty roar. For this is no gentle and acoustic reflection on past deeds, but another brutal takedown of President Donald J Trump and the fascist bully boys that follow him with a religious fervour.
This tempest of high-volume havoc is part reportage and part warning of what yet…
An ascetic ideal put forth by Modern Love label boss Shlom Sviri led to Andy Stott making one of his most spellbinding albums, his first since 2021’s Never the Right Time. The producer accepted the challenge of disallowing basslines and reverb while limiting effects to a delay unit, leaving him to his drum machines and keyboards, plus familiar collaborator Alison Skidmore and fellow vocalist Elaine Howley — a new associate who enchanted Stott with her 2025 single for Modern Love. It doesn’t seem likely that Sviri or Stott imagined that the restrictions would give rise to something that is somehow nearly as tuneful as it is austere. “Cold Welcome” begins Late Loop with Skidmore plainly stating “I can still feel love” like she’s in triage for a broken heart. As the track…
After Thao Nguyen made her solo debut with 2005’s Like the Linen, she reinforced her offbeat, bluesy indie folk sound with the bolder hooks, burrowing grooves, and colorful textures of her band Thao & the Get Down Stay Down. The group found her working with producers like Tucker Martine, John Congleton, and Merrill Garbus across five albums. Show Me marks Nguyen’s debut under the solo moniker THAO, although fans of the Get Down Stay Down should be reassured that not only does her distinctive style remain similar, the album was produced by Garbus and her tUnE-yArDs bandmate Nate Brenner. It also features several notable guests. A song that was released as an early single, “Sick of the Times” is an anthem for the era if ever there was one.
