Not many reviews have a back story to them, but this album came to me following a series of caffeine fuelled tweets and a shit week at work resulting in nothing but sarcasm and unspent energy. The same day, Riq Chiznik made a comment about this album being a flop and wanting it trashed by a critic. Two and two were put together and, well here we go…
Vultures are one of those bands whose name I have seen in passing but never actually heard anything that they have produced. I had no idea what to expect from this one, which tends to be all the more exciting to dig into.
This is the first time since the first few months of The Cauteriser that I have written a review on something that wasn’t sent to me (the last being the almighty Mutation record.) I came across Seraph Sin purely because they were played on a radio show that my own music was featured on. I was immediately sold and this EP was something that I felt was a must-share.
Acoustic tracks don’t always do it for me. When I was younger, I didn’t enjoy them at all and retained that idea of “the heavier, the better”. Since bands like Rage Against The Machine and The Mars Volta opened me up through my teenage years, I can appreciate them more, but still, they usually have to be spot on and worked well into an album for me. Hefty introduction aside, Forest Pooky have somehow created an acoustic EP that I can’t help but enjoy.
Medictation are gearing up for their UK tour dates in July, which will see them performing their album ‘Warm Places’ in its entirety!
If you have read many of my reviews, you may be aware that I have sleep deprived nights, in which I tend to stick my earphones in and listen to something that I am listening to for review (that or Type O Negative). With the more experimental/art rock albums, they tend to suit that time of night. However, The Mortlake Bookclub have managed to create something that completely warps your head at 3am like a really bad trip, to the point that I jumped and threw my earphones on the floor. I love it!
When Qoheleth described their music as noise rock… Fuck me, I didn’t expect this.
Albums jump out at you for different reasons; some because they appear to hit so many of your sweet spots, others because they are slathered with bizarrely intriguing weirdness. By way of uncreative writing, you have probably guessed that this is very much the latter.
Well here are two firsts; The Cauteriser has reached yet another new country – Greece, and this is the latest/earliest that I have attempted to write up a review (currently 04:32 am). Let’s fucking do this!