Goat Girl’s third album Below the Waste is their first as a trio, but they’ve developed a sound that might take upwards of ten musicians to recreate, where folk textures and gorgeous harmonies are polluted by a sludge of dreary post-punk. It runs a hefty sixteen songs and with this there’s variety and experimentation in spades.
The scope and grandeur of The Healer begs comparison to an epic novel or a film auteur’s masterpiece making it impossible to distill its essence into one catchy tagline. Which is the point. At 76 minutes, it’s oceanic, a leviathan of tones, tempos, and motifs which run the gamut of improvisational noise, sludge, meditative pastorals, and some straight-up heart-palpitating riffs.
Finom come off more composed and thoughtful than ever before. Their sonic moves may seem random to us, but there is a greater confidence and determination behind them. That is the real upside of change despite the confusion: you may not see the path but moving along has never felt more comfortable. Finom have discovered this through their dedication to one another.
On Shop Regulars’ self-titled record, the musical project’s ethos is laid bare on the album cover for all to see. It’s a bold move. This move could backfire easily for many artists, but the music presented absolutely lives up to the ethos they announce. They project it with beautifully crunchy results.
Beak> have played together long enough to develop a synchronicity in their performances, providing each other the space to adapt and the patience to explore. That earned sense of trust feels apparent in the progressions found throughout >>>>, a record in constant motion yet never seemingly in a rush to get anywhere.
Magic Fig’s self-titled album is an ever shifting kaleidoscope, the shapes all recognizable yet refracted in mirrored splendor. It’s a decidedly pop odyssey that wanders deep into the woods of late 60’s prog, Moog altered psych, and dream pop at its most visionary, a lysergic trip into an unknown cosmic past.
Way To Be carries more confidence while maintaining an atmosphere of creative pop melodies and rhythmic exploration. Nick Llobet's guitar work is fluid and breathtaking yet capable of veering into angry eruptions of distortion and fury, adding tension and a sense of chaos that plays well with the bursting intensity of the songwriting.
Here in the Pitch is a natural continuation of Pratt's previous three LPs, intimate folk songs through the grandeur of a studio. If you know these previous albums then you likely can immediately sense where you will fall with these cuts. She saunters closer evermore to popular music standards, creating new refractions that welcome deep listening.
Necrot are capable of sheer destruction but there’s a thoughtfulness to their songwriting, an intention beyond disgust and putridity. Lifeless Birth, their third album, is rooted in reality, an old school death metal record with a focus on modern times. Void of the cosmic, supernatural, and demonic, they explore the terrors of this world.
No one song on the record sounds much like the others, and as her role in the ensemble shifts from song to song, Rosali's voice and vantage point shifts, too. Rather than being an inconsistency, this is a unique, characteristic strength of Rosali's artistry. With Bite Down, she becomes multitudinous.
While her previous releases showcased her arresting voice and undeniable spirit, they feel reserved in comparison to the new record. LATE SLAP is teeming with life, in all its joy, heaviness, and whimsy. It’s teeming with music: beautiful, uncanny layers of voice, a menagerie of synth tones, guitar jangles, tasteful strings and enthralling melodies.
Characteristically, The Collective is full of distortion albeit in a manner different from Gordon’s solo debut. The album is fully alive to our present moment. The hip-hop elements – the trap percussion, the heavy bass lines, the thick production quality – establish this fixation, proving once more that Gordon remains as forward thinking as ever.
The Los Angeles based quartet are making death metal records the way they love them, raw, mountainous, and classic. Fragments of the Ageless, the band’s fifth album is a colossal homage to riffs… big fucking nasty riffs, riffs that shred, riffs with hooks, brilliant razor sharp riffs, riffs that decimate everything else to rubble.
The Foreign Department is Rhys Edwards’ (of Ulrika Spacek) follow up to 2022’s impressive Flickering I, released under the name Astrel K. Under this moniker, Edwards’ pop sensibility is more transparently laid bare. There’s equal parts hooks, sweet melancholy, and beautiful song arrangements throughout the album.
Timony epitomizes the rock-and-roll lifer, a journey-person musician who has integrated different genres through a steady output. This new solo album feels different, however. Though she has never been absent, Untame the Tiger sounds like both a culmination of these prolific decades and a re-introduction.
