To rifle through the newly published music for a slab of psychedelic rock today is to ‘most likely’ run across some either terrible indie rock bands or some generic, radio-friendly stoner rock. Why ‘most likely’? Because if you happen to know Mike Vest, the case is gonna be different. Way
A T.O.M.B. (Total Occultic Mechanical Blasphemy) set is more of a ritual act than a musical performance, so it’s more than fitting that these black noise magicians were chosen to open for Watain recently at the latter’s only North American performance of the summer, at the Brooklyn Night Bazaar on
Waves Crashing Piano Chords, the, gasp, Juggalo power-electronics oddity, is a bit of a polarizing figure. Either people love him and his feedback driven, sex-crazed loco noise, or they decry him as a basic, artless, show-crasher. Both camps make fun of him for being a Juggalo. I for one, couldn’t care less
Attention grabbing, controversial album and artist titles are the nom de reguer of noise music. With musical extremity comes thematic and visual extremity. I had thought that shocking album titles had reached a plateau, a place where I just was not shocked anymore, that is, until the Female Pedophile False Security cassette
Lincoln, Nebraska isn’t the first place one would go looking for avant-garde prog metal, but that’s part what makes this noise-influenced two-piece such a unique outfit. Though Gnawstic still resides in the depths of the metal underground, the duo of Sam Meints and Marshal Fisher have been recording and playing their abrasive
Fragment King is a band I had little to no familiarity with going into this, and I honestly think that was a boon to my overall listening experience. With no preconceived notions of the band, it was much easier to confront the subtle brand of chaos that Fragment King offers.