Somewhere between a mirage and a memory, Far Out by LACOSA opens like a coded transmission from a place untouched by time. Guitars echo like forgotten messages bouncing off canyon walls jangly, soaked in reverb, and almost reluctant to land. It doesn’t feel like a song that starts. It feels like one you wander into,…
A scream doesn’t always arrive at full volume. Sometimes it festers quietly, patiently until it splits everything open. Virya’s Seed of Doubt begins exactly there, in the moment before eruption, where suspicion takes root and self-trust begins to disintegrate. It doesn’t posture or perform. It burns slowly until there’s nothing left but ash and fury….
A tambourine rattles in the distance, and before you know it, Shake has already kicked your pulse into gear. Near Death Experience (NDX) don’t ask for your attention—they hijack it. The track bolts out of the gate with Joshua Van Ness’s drums striking like a syncopated alarm clock for the restless, while Ian Whiteling’s vocals…
A breeze of sunlight greets the beginning of So Long bright, inviting, and almost deceptively serene. But beneath its chiming guitar textures and dreamlike glaze lies the ache of remembering a world that slipped quietly out of reach. Goddamn Wolves don’t mourn with drama; they reflect with precision. What first appears as a snapshot of…
The guitar doesn’t just open Submission it carves its way in, dragging a growl behind it. From the first riff, there’s an unmistakable sense that something primal is at play, a storm gathering in slow, deliberate motion. Scott O’Brien, a veteran with more than three decades under his belt, taps into a sound that feels…
A question echoes through the center of Make You Proud—“Can you see me now?”—and it lingers like the final glow of a candle still burning for someone long gone. Emily Dimes doesn’t lean on grand metaphors or melodrama to navigate the weight of loss; instead, she constructs a deeply human portrait of grief, where memory,…
“Dinosaur Blues” by Sir+ and JF Lancelot is a track that transcends genres, weaving together the raw energy of blues with the infectious rhythms of modern rock. The song, with its unmistakable blues foundation, invokes the spirit of classic western rock, but it’s far from stuck in the past. It’s a celebration of aging, of…
“Wyrdd” by Jazz Calls Home emerges from the depths of both the surreal and the visceral, blending rock elements with a hyperpop/drum and bass energy that strikes a nerve as much as it soothes. The song itself operates as a portal—an entry into a “weird zone” where the lines between life, death, and the unknowable…
There’s a moment in Exotic Slavic where the beat drops and TatiKa fires the line “She, Her, but Fat Man Nagasaki”, and you’re left somewhere between a grin and a wince. It’s brash, it’s nuclear, and it doesn’t care if you’re ready. That’s exactly where TatiKa thrives—in that aggressive intersection of femme power, post-club ego,…
Avenues’ Last Quarter starts like a confrontation. Not the kind with fists or fury—but the kind where silence turns into something sharper. A low growl from the guitars sets the tone, and before the vocals even step in, the room already feels like it’s holding its breath. Then the words come—not polished, not delicate—but gritty,…
