When you run a record label, no matter how big or small it is, and you are an artist yourself, you have the possibility to spread your wings as wide as you can, no matter how good (or not) it is.
Philadelphia’s Douglas Dulgarian has such capabilities. He runs an up-and-coming indie label (Julia’s War), plays in tagabow and They Are Gutting a Body of Water, but also spreads his ideas, along with Scott Turner (hooky) and Sam Silbert (hooky, circle of fire) in a project that goes by the name of god of war, which just released its second album molly picture.
When you have the freedom to abandon any restrictions it can often lead you to excess, but this trio of musicians seems to have found quite a good balance between…
Category: indie-rock
Comparatively speaking, Rotherham appears in the news more than most British towns of an equivalent size. And much of that news is not good. Much of it is representative of poverty, social disenfranchisement, and the ugly face of flag-waving Britain. But self-released, 2020s grass roots indie rockers The Reytons offer a reminder of working class community power, a band who hark back to the days when the only way out of big city estates was through football and pop.
Their last couple of albums (of four, including this one), made it to No.1 and No.2 in the UK album charts, respectively. This quartet aren’t some music-journo-acclaimed-for-five-minutes flash-in-the-pan. In 2024 they put on a 20,000-capacity concert in Rotherham’s Clifton Park,…
…Arriving 26 years on from its original 2000 release by the Fuzzbox label, and after a 2003 reissue via Beggars imprint too pure, the album has been newly remastered by Sean Magee at Abbey Road Studios.
Sure, the title is ironic. But its aim is good. ‘My Pain And Sadness…’ wields irony as a savage weapon rather than a smug, self-serving joke; this is the sound of McLusky’s kangaroo court convened – a self-appointed culling force, dead set on weeding out cynical three-chord punk fakers by sounding a lot like Sonic Youth re-recording ‘Daydream Nation’ at double speed. In an abbatoir.
Blood, guts, righteous fury – they’re all things the Yanks are currently churning out in factory-line proportions, and at first, it seems…
In the last few years, Getdown Services – the duo of Ben Sadler and Josh Law – have gone from being an underground outfit with a cult following, to selling out entire tours, playing Later… With Jools Holland and being selected to perform as part of Harry Styles’ Meltdown festival. Since forming “accidentally” in lockdown, the pair – originally from Minehead and now based in Bristol – soon grew a reputation for playing raucous high-octane shows, usually shirtless and dripping in sweat, while performing a concoction of genre-fluid tunes that range from slick electro to lo-fi garage rock, with lyrics that are ironic and irreverent, as well as surreal and silly.
Given the project was originally based as much on trying to crack each other up as on musical…
How to honor women? Nina Winder-Lind, the Swedish songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, follows that exact question throughout her debut album, Wild Love. Comprised of songs so ephemeral that they refute their own existence, as if they had emerged ex nihilo and could disappear again. Like an interlocutor, Winder-Lind listens to her ancestors’ tales, tracing a lineage from them to her to the past she will become to someone else. When performing as a member of the Brighton-based, post-punk band the New Eves, Winder-Lind inveighs against a patriarchal society, backed by three other steadfast Eves. What you will hear is her guttural, quivering vibrato reverberating over a bowed cello, played with such verve and stridency it could be the rumbling of earth…
In 2024, Hovvdy released their most ambitious album yet, a nearly hour-long eponymous double LP that experimented further with the duo’s combination of earthy, earnest lo-fi pop and reality-bending atmospheric effects. It was produced by Hovvdy’s Charlie Martin and Will Taylor, along with Andrew Sarlo and longtime collaborator Ben Littlejohn. It was also their most personal album to date, with Martin remarking that he could be heard crying on some of the songs. While still inhabiting the intimate spaces and loose performance style they’re known for, Hovvdy took a distinctly different approach to the follow-up, Big World, which was recorded with Littlejohn. The album, their sixth, reflects a deliberate attempt by the duo to make something…
The giddy, clever Canadians in Kiwi Jr. named the the first song on their fourth full-length “Photos of the Reenactment” which has to be an R.E.M. reference (i.e. Fables of the Reconstruction), however subtle. And yes, pinwheeling 12-string licks frame this surrealist fantasy and jangle hems in its ebullience, and early, punk-y R.E.M. is a fair enough reference.
…Cheerful mayhem balances precariously against angsty uncertainty in these tracks, which wobble and keen as much as they bang on forward. There’s a bit of Canadian self-effacement at work — “You are here as the first class entertainment/You are here because it’s Drag-your-daughter-to-work Day” warbles Jeremy Gaudet — and existential angst tucked carefully into bopping…
If dream-pop and shoegaze colliding with ’90s grunge, noise, and garage rock sounds like your bag, dollhouse, the debut album from New York five-piece Slow Fiction, is a pretty compelling proposition. Following three sparkling EPs and a run of singles, including the excellent “When” for Speedy Wunderground, the band have crafted a record that shifts from hazy and dreamlike to abrasive, strident, and propulsive, yet remains threaded throughout with a wistful, often hypnotic beauty.
Previous single “junior year” opens the album with a restless bass line and shimmering, twisting guitars, as frontwoman Julia Vassallo asks, “Who are you when no one’s looking back or through?” It’s a question that hangs over much…
Following a pair of companion albums — Tender and the more energized Spiral Your Way Out — that captured different stages of post-breakup emotions, Zahara Jaime broadens the topics at hand while still navigating the deeply personal on their fourth album, Distant Lands. Lending Zzzahara a hand in wrangling their rangy sound spectrum — one that integrates post-punk, giddy dream pop, driving indie rock, and murky shoegaze — is Casey Lagos (Stick to Your Guns, Cold War Kids), who less polishes than reinforces the songwriter’s knotty sound. They pull listeners to their feet with the swirling, squalling opener, “Whispering Tree,” a song whose mismatched multi-tracked vocals, warbly injected guitar hooks, tonal percussion, and wall of strummed guitars…
…newly mastered by Matt Colon at Metropolis Studios (under the supervision of Bobby Gillespie and Andrew Innes) and features the original track list alongside a curated selection of B-sides and rarities.
Primal Scream found themselves in danger of losing their hip audience in the wake of their misconceived trad-rock record, Give Out But Don’t Give Up. As a reaction, they returned to the genre-bending, electronic dance-rock of the seminal Screamadelica for Give Out‘s follow-up, Vanishing Point. Instead of recycling the dazzlingly bright neo-psychedelia of Screamadelica, Primal Scream reaches deep into cavernous dub and ’60s pop. Vanishing Point is a dark, trippy album, filled with mind-bending rhythms and cinematic flourishes.
On Man/Woman/Chainsaw’s debut album, the London art-rock sextet live up to the compelling fracture their name evokes. In an early press statement, guitarist-singer Billy Ward described how they’re excited by musical “chaos,” straddling the line “between pretty and noisy” and “often trying to jump between the two.” Cannonball cartwheels from ultra-sweet pop balladry to proggy chamber-pop to aggressive post-punk clatter, seemingly treating each of its styles with equal reverence. At first, these tonal shifts may give you whiplash. But after you get your bearings, you start to relish them. It’s quite the feat.
The band — Ward, singer-bassist Vera Leppänen, singer-keyboardist Emmie-Mae Avery, violinist Clio Starwood, drummer Lola Cherry, and…
Megasound is the rock and roll progeny of three indie pop friends. Kerry Alexander has fronted Bad Bad Hats with Chris Hoge for more than a decade, and the duo have known Elana Carroll (aka Party Nails) even longer. While on tour together in 2018, Carroll joined Bad Bad Hats on stage for an encore performance. It was a cover of “Pretend to Be Nice”, hit single of comic book band Josie & the Pussycats, written by Fountains of Wayne’s Adam Schlesinger for the 2001 live action movie. This swirling musical cauldron produced a bubble of an idea: a new band. Elana on lead vocals, Kerry on guitar, Chris on drums. Songs inspired by early 2000s rock, the music of their collective youths. A fresh watch of Josie & the Pussycats sealed the deal. Megasound was officially born.
John Darnielle looks back with wry fondness on this 24th full-length album, revisiting obscure events and semi-famous people in his typically arch and literate way. Music figures prominently in this gallery of memories — he dedicates one song to the prog band Renaissance’s 1976 date at Carnegie Hall, another to a mythical opening slot for grungy Candlebox, still another to the speed metal band, Venom, “hollering cocaine.”
One of the best of these songs recounts the later days of Layne Staley, who doesn’t want this, any of this, now that he’s got it. As usual, Darnielle writes crisp, well-tailored third-person stories about other people, which clearly also reflect his own experiences.
This is a relatively subtle album, not exactly…
As We Once Were is the third studio album from twice Welsh Music Prize nominated artist and producer The Anchoress aka Catherine Anne Davies. This new record is the long-awaited follow-up to the UK Top 40 album The Art Of Losing, which received wall-to-wall critical plaudits upon its release in 2021 and scooped up a raft of Album of The Year nods from The Sunday Times, to Prog, to the Mail on Sunday. With Sir Elton John naming it “one of my favourite records of the year” and Caitlin Moran calling it “the inadvertent, beautiful and truthful soundtrack to this moment”, it went on to sell over 10,000 physical copies via the power of word of mouth.
Featuring an all-star cast of guest vocalists, including vocals…
Earlier this year, Cheekface “broke containment,” as the youths say. The Los Angeles trio had spent seven years self-releasing albums of quirked-up indie rock and amassing a following of “Cheek freaks,” loyal fans who revere their playful hooks and meme-poisoned humor. But in March, after revealing that they had rejected an opportunity to appear in an AT&T commercial due to the company’s contracts with ICE, Cheekface drew a surge of attention for their politics — which, like their lyrics, lean lefty and anti-corporate. Then a clip of their jittery deep cut “I Feel So Weird!” blew up and became a TikTok trend in the furries community, and suddenly this humble DIY band was the subject of “discourse” and “quote dunks” and Needle Drop videos and other…
DICE have always made music for moments. The kind that become memories before they are even over. On their second studio album ‘I Thought the Altitude Would Make It Worth the View’, the Perth quartet effortlessly capture that strange feeling of being nostalgic for experiences that may have not actually happened yet, turning their instinct for connection, movement and living in the moment into their most ambitious record to date.
Following the momentum of ‘Midnight Zoo’ and the ‘Wings’ EP, DICE have moved far beyond their roots as Perth indie favourites, becoming an international touring force. The leap from their garage rock beginnings into ‘I Thought the Altitude Would Make It Worth the View’ feels utterly organic rather than forced.
