Editions Mego welcomes KMRU back to the fold. Kin is Nairobi born, Berlin based, sonic wizard Joseph Kamaru’s second release on Editions Mego, following on from the classic 2020 release Peel.
…Kin could be construed as the second child following Peel. The project came out of initial discussions with Peter Rehberg about what a Peel sequel would sound like. Kamaru is quick to clarify that Kin is not that record; “I’ll know when that record will come and when I’ll make it. It’s already happening… or maybe it lives within both of these Mego records”.
Kin was started early 2021 in Nairobi with Kamaru exploring his noisier palette of sounds encompassing distortions reminiscent of the sounds he would muster from in his…
Category: indie
Maara is a silly goose who knows how to switch it up. On her 2023 debut, the Montreal producer wiggled through new age, trip-hop, and ambient meditations delivered in an ASMR whisper. That record’s freakier end played with mystical progressive house reminiscent of Roza Terenzi and D. Tiffany’s work for their Planet Euphorique label — full of squelchy, minor-key melodies, lightly tapped bongos, and galloping basslines. Beyond her albums proper, she’s released a small collection of sapphic bangers with an artist named My Hot Ex, as well as last summer’s single “I Wanna Scissor,” which you can tell was recorded in between inebriated giggles. The tone of Maara’s discography is definitively crunchy, but it’s also more than a little naughty, carrying…
Golden Toad is the solo project of Al Brown, former co-creator of indie-psychers Japanese Television. He’s also made music videos for the likes of UNKLE, Lambrini Girls, Idles, and Deap Vally.
His solo debut Unite the Worms happens to be released twenty years after the extinction declaration of the Costa Rican Golden Toad, the last confirmed sighting of which occurred all the way back in 1989. This Golden Toad, however, decided to hole himself up in a garage in the Garden of England last summer and set about concocting a psychedelic passage through shifting time, riding kosmische grooves and electronic festoonery along the way.
You can picture Al Brown, hunched over his guitar, lost in the hammer ons of eighth…
On 21st December 2025, Swedish post-hardcore stalwarts Refused played their final gig in the group’s hometown of Umeå. A sweaty and teary affair, Refused unleashed a rolling broadside over a brisk 90 minutes, unfurling the entirety of the band’s dedication to weighty and outspoken hardcore in a fierce and conclusive salvo.
As tastefully monochrome images of the band embracing were dragged and dropped onto social pages, you would assume that after thirty-plus years of sonic vitriol the group might sit back for a bit of R&R; a bit of fika maybe? Maybe this would have been the right move considering the sum of their next enterprise: doom metal/free jazz/noise-rock project, Backengrillen.
Comprising Refused’s vocalist Dennis Lyxzén,…
Arriving two years after Women, which found the quasi-instrumental psych rock combo expanding their nostalgic, style-shifting sound with string arrangements and guest vocals, Pur Jus is so named because it gets back to basics.
Inspired by near constant touring, the album was entirely written, performed, recorded (live in the studio), and mixed by the Bergen, Norway-based trio, using only guitars (Øyvind Blomstrøm), bass (Chris Holm), drums and percussion (Kim Åge Furuhaug), keyboards (Blomstrøm and Holm), and the occasional vocals. The results may be less diverse and dramatic than their predecessors by comparison, but grooves and chill-out feels are still in plentiful supply.
The album kicks things off with a drum fill…
Leo Chadburn’s Sleep in the Shadow of the Alternator is a dream: a deep immersion in another world that is like and unlike our own, described through abandoned landscape, wrecked machines and lost purpose. The dream is here and now, a post-industrial Britain inspired by Chadburn’s East Midlands home town, marked by the closed power stations and coal mines, retreating back to the land and back to the future.
Chadburn is an acclaimed composer who has released several solo albums, including as Simon Bookish. Sleep… is powered by his narration, words murmured into a microphone like the latest of late night radio: the spirit of Chris Morris’ Blue Jam and Delia Derbyshire’s Inventions for Radio. Around his soft, insistent voice, layers of sound…
Divided by Dusk is a mysterious, otherworldly album that sounds like a folktale and feels like walking into the forest just as the sun is setting, not knowing what wonders may await. Will one encounter enchanting creatures, gypsy caravans, a traveling circus ~ or the simple magic of fox and bear, moonlight and stream?
Inspired by trips to Japan yet informed by her native Poland, Magda Drozd casts her spell with violin, field recordings, electronics and voice, with Japanese flutist Rai Tateishi entering the forest as the sun disappears behind the trees, merging both sonic worlds.
The violin’s opening notes are already reverberant, echoes wafting through the pines, caught in a strange vortex. A hum falls…
The title As Human carries a multitude of meanings. What is it like to be human, or to pass as human? At what juncture might one lose or gain one’s humanity? The Chicago band calls the title track “a meditation on vulnerability and the small triumphs that come with choosing to feel, even when it hurts.” The Color of Cyan paints with a wide swath of moods, plumbing the depths of human experience and exploring its potential heights.
Eduardo Cintron’s striking cover image is available separately on t-shirts and linoleum block prints; the vinyl is offered in red-and-white variants. The rich red hues prompt the listener to imagine lifeblood flowing and spilled, even before the record is spun. (For those who are curious, cyan was incorporated into the cover art…
It’s all blurring together. Ambient is emo now. Rap sounds like harsh noise. Drum’n’bass is basically bedroom pop. And Ben Bondy, who until now has primarily dealt in disorientingly dubby ambient music, has emerged with something resembling a singer/songwriter album, but not quite. Bondy, a New York/Berlin-based producer who’s made a name as part of the latter’s cozy Kwia collective, has built a sprawling body of work across a number of labels representing the bleary haze of the left-field electronic underground. West Mineral Ltd., 3XL, Motion Ward, Quiet Time — if they deal in grainy, dissociative soundscapes, Bondy has probably released something for them. Across his scattered releases and DJ sets, Bondy’s demonstrated a voracious, shapeshifting…
One of many bands to have explored the country’s more perilous frontiers of DIY culture, Brighton-based bass & drum sludge-punk-noise-rock duo Human Leather finally slam their fury down on tape with their long-awaited debut album, Here Comes the Mind, There Goes the Body. An album that underlines the world’s incessant failures, Human Leather don’t mince their words, rightfully pissed off and unafraid to tells us about it.
The tripwire tension between the two-piece assault team of Amée Chanter and Thomas Close is like a calcified ball of bile and rage. Renowned for their intense live shows, so often the sharp-edged ferocity of a band’s live performance is blunted between the studio walls. Not the case here, however, and it’s thanks to…
Postulate soundtracks a shattered life, mixed and strewn beneath your feet. The album vibrates with menace, as if every track were cut from the same glass that explodes outward in the poem accompanying it. “To your fear, another is added — the fear of windows. / Your transparent, imagined shield has become a weapon of entropy, / tense and ready to kill, / piercing your fragile flesh with a thousand fragments. / Stay away from windows. / Better to move through corridors. / Remember the rule of two walls.” Ujif_notfound transforms this fear into a sonic condition, a landscape where transparency is a lie and safety is an illusion. The record refuses mediation or softening; it is angry, unfiltered, and unapologetic, and it has earned the right to be so. Every sound here is…
A recording consisting solely of the sound of water droplets? As the practice of field recordings continues to expand and extend in to multiple forms of music, that notion is not as odd as it once might have seemed. But this reissue of Shizukutachi by Japanese sound artist Masaaki Takano confounds categorization. Takano began his career in the 1950s developing sound effects for stage, film and broadcasting and working as a recording engineer at music studios. By the 1970s he moved away from sound effects and began performing using self-made sound instruments and collecting field recordings of natural sounds. These two practices intersect in Shizukutachi, his first release from 1978. The project was inspired by a Japanese garden ornament and sound…
After a decade of silence, Chloe Harris returns as Raica with an album that is garnering lavish praise. Chloe’s roots run deep – a veteran stalwart of the US and global electronic scenes – starting out working in record shops, to a wildly successful radio career, leading to establishing herself as one of the most in-demand international DJs. From there her production took-off with support from some of the biggest names in the house/techno world.
…Alongside this she’s also the founder of the seminal Further Records and runs the truly underground store of the same name in Seattle. An endless musical curiosity and open-mindedness runs through Chloe’s psyche, and an important part of this is experimental and…
Between 2023 and 2024, James Shinra quietly carved out a distinctive sonic path with his Meteorites series — a constellation of digital tracks that injected new energy into the braindance and experimental electronic community. Now, Analogical Force gathers the complete collection into one cohesive release, available both on vinyl and digitally, presenting a dozen tracks — half of them reimagined for 2025 — that shimmer with invention.
The result is an electrifying fusion of intricate rhythm and textured melody, as if transmissions from a parallel electronic universe were compressed into punchy, melodic bursts. These compositions are brisk and bumpy, laced with razor-sharp percussion, elastic breaks, and…
On November 1, 2024, The Cure released Songs of a Lost World and that same night, they performed the album in full at London’s Troxy for 3,000 fans, while more than a million others tuned in via a free global livestream.
That performance has now been transformed into The Show of a Lost World, a recut, remixed, and remastered concert film that presents all 31 songs from the night across a generous two hours and forty-seven minutes. Directed by Nick Wickham, with a new surround sound mix by Robert Smith, the film upgrades the original broadcast into a cinematic experience that does justice to both the intimacy of the venue and the scale of the band’s legacy.
Beyond the novelty of premiering their first…
“Three people will die listening to this album,” the Bandcamp description of Nashpaints’ first record since 2020, Everyone Good is Called Molly, reads. “Zzz they will endup in the same place.” There’s no backstory to Finn Carraher McDonald, only mystery and angelic voicings spread across decaying pop tapes with a butter knife.
Lead single “Boyfriend First” is this seven-minute mass of swirling noise with guitar streaks you’d have to break your nails just to make. There’s a lot of color in here even as the static fattens and the synths undress, because McDonald has melodies coming out the eyes. “Boyfriend First” sounds more like Natalie Imbruglia covering Deerhunter-or maybe it’s Deerhunter covering Natalie Imbruglia-in a sewer tunnel than the Duretti Column…
Ween were the ultimate cosmic goof of the alternative rock era, a prodigiously talented and deliriously odd duo whose work traveled far beyond the constraints of parody and novelty into the heart of surrealist ecstasy. Despite a mastery of seemingly every mutation of the musical spectrum, the group refused to play it straight; in essence, Ween were bratty deconstructionists, kicking dirt on the pop world around them with demented glee. Along with the occasional frat-boy lapses into misogyny, racism, and homophobia, the band’s razor-sharp satire cut to the inherently silly heart of rock & roll with hilariously acute savagery; fueled by psilocybin mushrooms and an all-consuming craving for hot meals, Ween created their own self-contained universe, a parallel dimension…
The original lineup of LA post-punks Wall of Voodoo are one of the most unsung groups of their era. Marc Moreland rivaled Gang of Four’s Andy Gill for his ability to pack tension into minimal riffs — and added Morricone flourishes that set him apart from all the other angular guitarists of the time. Joe Nanini was an equally inventive drummer with a massive arsenal of percussion instruments and rhythm boxes at his disposal. And frontman Stan Ridgway brought a distinct noir element, thanks to his use of synthesizers, paranoid lyrics, and a vocal style like no one else’s. Together, nobody sounded like them, and their debut EP — with its spine-chilling cover of “Ring of Fire” — and first two albums are all great.
Wall of Voodoo had a breakthrough with…
