Friday, 31 January 2025
HEXJAKT ~ HEXJAKT ...... review
Tuesday, 28 January 2025
BLACK SADHU ~ ASHES OF AETHER ..... review
The brief but wholly effective opening piece "Roots of Steel" sets the mood for the rest of the album with interwoven droning effects framing spoken narration that tells of a world where "the sky bends in electric arcs" and "only static speaks in our heads", a brief but nonetheless haunting tome. "Phobus" follows, this a song with a more "traditional" doomic dynamic, thick grainy guitar refrains supported by low gravelled bass and solid thunderous and powerful percussion, however traditional does not equate to generic and with its mix of wearied clean and harsh vocals, its whirling spaciousness and its soaring guitar textures there is not a lot you could call generic about this song. "Tumors of Light" is another poetry piece, this one differing from the opening track courtesy of its backdrop of space-like whoops and whistles and constant crackling effects. Next up is "Descent" a song that begins life quite stoner(ish) and up beat but then plummets into a low, slow and heavy stoner-doom groove over which barely audible harsh and gruff vocals are delivered, the songs final section using that stoner-doomic groove as a platform for some impressive interwoven guitar pyrotechnics. It is back to the prose and drones for the tranquil "Silicone Bones" but that tranquillity is soon shattered with the arrival of "Dias Irae", an amalgamation of doom, space rock and heavy psych that blusters and swaggers just as much as it swoops and soars, the true epitome of the term "psychedelic doom", it also boasts a great vocal. "Hearts turned cold" is another poetic piece, its line "our souls entangled in data streams" indicative of where our obsession with technology will/may eventually lead us. "Electric Death" begins with a whispered prayer followed by a few bars of atmospheric ambience but then in comes a throbbing yet crunchy guitar riff accompanied by a clean but gritty vocal melody, then just when you think you are about to ride this groove to the songs conclusion back comes the prayer and ambience only to then be supplanted by a phase drenched sludge refrain over which a nursery rhyme type melody holds sway, think its all over ..well not yet it isn't as there is still a manic blackened metal finale to deal with. Final track "In the ruins of the Divine" uses rolling synthesized effects as the backdrop for prose detailing humanities demise "a flood will come, not of water but light, a blinding wave of our own design", prophetic stuff!
Wednesday, 22 January 2025
RUST BUCKET ~ RUST BUCKET .... review
If music that is raw, raging, raucous and rocking is your jam then Minnesota's Rust Bucket, Tom K. (vocals); Adam (bass); Gene (guitar); Pete (guitar) and Luke (drums), deliver everything you could possibly ask for with their self-titled debut album "Rust Bucket" (Glory or Death Records), a collection of songs that are mix of distorted swampy bluesiness, stonerized mid-west metallurgy and dirty dank doominosity.
If you want fuzz then these boys have a shitload of it and they trowel it on thick and meaty all over each and every one of the ten tracks they present us with on "Rust Bucket". From opening number "Four On The Floor" through to final number "Transmission" these guys give no quarter, the band pummelling their listeners into submission with waves upon waves of buzzsaw guitar riffage, growling grizzled low end and huge tumultuous rhythms. Subtleties here are few and far between but they do exist and present themselves in the form of tasteful lead work and occasional slightly lysergic textures, however there are no subtleties to be found in vocals that accompany this onslaught of groove, gritty throaty tones are what we get throughout the albums duration but its a grittiness aligned with melody, albeit a raw and uncompromising take on melody. Now you might be thinking with all this mention of riffage, rawness and raucousness that Rust Bucket are one of those bands who are all riffs and rhythms and no real substance but you would be wrong, yes the riffs and rhythms play a big part in Rust Bucket's musical attack but under all that swagger and bluster there is a ton of substance. These guys have chops and can play up a storm but they also know a thing or two about song structure and dynamics with songs like "Hypertension" (featuring Fu Manchu's Bob Balch), "Apparition" and "The Darkness" sounding on the surface like an avalanche of rocks rolling down a mountain but underneath having a lot more going on.
Monday, 20 January 2025
DUNES ~ LAND OF THE BLIND .... review
It has to be said there is a marked difference in the quality and substance of the music contained on "Land of the Blind" compared to the bands previous output, the desert rock aspects of their sound on this release are grittier, the proggier passages, though few, are a little more intricate and thought out and the grunge/alt,rock elements, that have always been a part of their sound, are here quirkier and a touch more off-centred. Opening number "Cactus" is the perfect example of how much Dunes music has evolved in a relatively short space of time, the songs dark droning heavily pedal effected opening bars have an almost Colour Haze-ish vibe about them while the parts of the song that serve as the backdrop for the songs smoothly delivered verses boast an almost tribalistic feel. There are a ton of songs out there that evoke images of desert landscapes in the minds eye but none in quite the same way this one does, which is quite a feat for a band from the un-desert like North -East of England. Next track "Tides" is a much more "traditional" desert rock type tome with chunky fuzzy riffage and punchy rhythms framing moments of less abrasive grooviness over which easy on the ear, hook laden vocal melodies are layered. "One Eyed Dog" follows and is another up-tempo and fuzzy desert/stoner like romp but this time a little more jagged and strident. "Northern Scar" finds Dunes back in Colour Haze territory, its laid back and languid riffs and restrained rhythms, over which hazy clean vocals hold sway, are routinely interrupted by swells of a heavier dynamic that in the songs latter stages underscore narration delivered in a distinctive North-East of England brogue. There is a touch of Franz Ferdinand like post-punk swagger about next song "Riding the Low" albeit drenched in considerable amounts of desert/stoner fuzziness while "How Real is Real" is what a coming together of Queens of the Stone Age and Truckfighters might have sounded like had they had a night out on Newcastle Brown Ale. "Voodoo", featuring Ryan Garney of High Desert Queen on guest vocals, kicks off with a riff Deep Purple's Ritchie Blackmore would have been proud of but then settles down into a grungy loud/quiet /loud pattern when the vocals enter, the song continuing in this vein until its close. "Fields of Grey" utilizes quirky circular riffage and thunderous percussion to bookcase passages where the only thing heard are a voice and a drum pattern before the band sign off with "Riding the Slow" an aptly named slow burning and atmospheric ride into the sunset.
Saturday, 18 January 2025
RIGOR SAMSA ~ SEVERANCE .... review
Friday, 17 January 2025
BLOOD LEMON ~ PETITE DEATHS ... review
Blood Lemon's 2021 debut, the self-titled "Blood Lemon", garnered many plaudits on its release so its a little surprising that the buzz around the trio, Lisa Simpson (guitar, vocals, acoustic guitar, synth, piano); Melanie Radford (bass, vocals, upright bass, synth, piano) and Lindsey Lloyd (drums, percussion, vocals), has frankly not been deafening. Some might suggest that the bands music being tagged with the far too easy Indie/Riot Grrrl label (in some quarters) has hindered them somewhat and has seen comparisons being made with the likes of Sleater-Kinney, L7 and Hole while in truth their music has a more shoegaze(ish) alt.metal vibe albeit one coated in Warpaint meets Grandma's Ashes-like lilting vocal melodies. 2025 sees Blood Lemon kicking off the new year with with a new release, "Petite Deaths", a five song opus that will hopefully see the bands profile soar to the heights it deserves to reach.
"Petite Death" begins its tenure with "High Tide" the songs chugging/stuttering guitar refrain supported by solid tight punchy drumming and low and deliciously bouncy bass. All good so far but the clincher comes when the vocals kick in, warm smooth and tender lead and lilting backing harmonies spiralling and circling around each other to bring a feeling of otherworldliness and fragility to the proceedings. With all their talk of "a love of heavy riffs" Blood Lemon are actually not that particularly heavy yes they can groove around a crunching down tuned riff with the best of them but their heaviness comes more from the atmospherics and moods they create with their music rather than the dankness of their riffs as is exemplified on next track "Her Shadow", a song that shimmers rather than shakes and sees fractured chord voicings, backed by liquid bass and tribalistic flavoured drumming, supporting a smooth heartfelt yet powerful vocal before morphing into a swirling acid/heavy psych workout in its final quarter. Next up is "Mountain'r Lower" here we do find Blood Lemon getting their sludge/stoner groove on but only briefly, the songs fuzzed out guitar refrains routinely making way for a more mellow and languid musical attack enhanced once again by those wonderfully smooth lead vocals and swooning backing harmonies. A deliciously deep bass line introduces "Perfect Too" accompanied by a guitar refrain that could be considered Sabbath-esque if it were not for its sedate and laid back nature, the vocals and harmonies here are sublime and especially effective when that riff falls away and we are left with just a lone voice and that deliciously seductive bass motif, however this is a song made up of two parts with that second part suggesting that this trio may well have been taking a deep listen to another songs second half, that other second half being Fleetwood Mac's "The Chain". Things finally come to a close with "Mudlark" a rueful, emotive and frankly quite beautiful lament/ballad bolstered by unbusy but effective rhythms and featuring a vocal in possession of a soulful breathiness.
Thursday, 16 January 2025
MIND WOLF ~ CHALET ... review
ZOAHR ~ MOSAIC ... review
Monday, 6 January 2025
ULTRA DEATH CULT ~ END TIMES ARE GOOD TIMES ... review
What can we tell you about Ultra Death Cult? Well the truth is not really a lot as their social media presence is at best sketchy, the bands Bandcamp page is not much better with their page header photo showing three members but their liner notes only mentioning two, Chris Taylor (vocals/guitar/bass) and Chad Huntington (drums). What we can tell you though is that whether consisting of two or three members Ultra Death Cult make a seriously impressive noise, as you will no doubt find out for yourselves when giving their debut EP "End Times Are Good Times " a spin
The bad news is that "End Times Are Good Times" consists of just three songs, the good news is that those three tracks are better than some bands full albums. Opening track "All Eyes On Our Blight" is a prime example of why in some cases less can actually equate to more, this is a song that evolves from drone like origins then shifts up a gear into a thrumming proto-doom groove replete with all the thundering rhythms and dark refrains necessary to turn the heads of even the most discerning of underground rock fans. Vocals here are delivered clean and powerful and are edged with a world weary gravitas that, despite the doomic nature of the music supporting them, borders on grungy at times, which is never a bad thing in our book. "Long Time" follows its coming of age like lyrical content supported by a deliciously dank but not quite doomic groove that at its centre briefly dips its toes into ambient and psychedelic waters. Last song "Not For Nothing" finds Ultra Death Cult getting a sludge/hardcore groove on with stuttering, slurring Down- like riffage and tumultuous percussion framing an angry ranting vocal that at times almost wanders into rap-like territories.
© 2025 Frazer Jones