★★★★☆ Thurston Moore is one of those musicians who treat a guitar like an appliance of primitive and unconventional noise.

Despite Motörhead having been on the road for almost 40 years, it is still an unbeatable gear of filth and boisterous noise…

★★★★☆ ‘Body Betrays Itself’ is not an anarcha-feminist attack on the global patriarchal order.It is an example of visceral expatriation as means of metaphysical exploration […]

★★★★☆ It is audaciously psychedelic and sonically estranged. It is hypnotic almost to the point of being repetitive, but only almost! […]

★★★★☆ An entirely instrumental record full of slow, deep echoey rhythm and somber piano melodies […]

★★★☆☆ incredibly melodically driven, solid instrumental tightness, musicality, and, above all, an ear for the ear-worm […]

★★★1/2☆ An attempt by those who have experienced alternative states of consciousness to communicate their psychic explorations without relying solely on linguistics…Like time-travelling shoe salesmen in close proximity to unearthing universal truths, White Manna show you something else […]

★★★★☆ Although many bands channel retro sounds as a cynical marketing tool, Kobadelta have dived deep into the cold waters of a gothic-psychedelic darkness and returned to the surface clutching a black and shimmering musical pearl […]

★★★★☆ Pop songs with intricate arrangements, unusual sounds creating lush soundscapes and twisted rhythms along with a soothing, soft singing voice concentrating on themes of love, desire and breakup […]

★★★★ Songs that have the potential to sweep unnoticed beneath your eyelids and grow into beautiful tumours. A balance between the beautiful and the profane […]

★★★1/2☆ Annabel Dream Reader is an album so drenched in reverb one can’t help but wonder if that’s what they use to style their hair with […]

★★★ Name it prog rock, psychedelia, metal, “warfare music” or the most violent version of Mars Volta´s alumni, but Tiny Fingers has an impressive ability to evoke destructive passages that are morbidly satisfying […]

★★★ propagating electronic malady over guitar-orientated machismo while North Korean school girls in the audience, free in their conformity, dance in unison; flying red handkerchiefs; mourning the dead […]

★★★★ allusions to a mutant cockroach oligarchy, ruling a post-Ballardian netherworld where a binary-programmed slave drum orchestrates the working day […]

★★★★ this is a song that could fit quite aptly in Ridley Scott’s smoke-rammed, post-apocalyptic vision, snuggling well with the beautiful Vangelis soundtrack that supported it […]

★★★ the usual noisy, fast and up to the point guitar riffs with an actually pretty poppy, soothing singing voice […]

★★★★ These guys entrust their audience to sink deep into bitter-sweet hallucinations, which bark and bite at optical nerve endings, seducing the listener into a milky sleep, soused in feedback sweat spurned on by ecstasy nightmares […]

★★★½ Experimental pop with a dark atmosphere, deep, echoey production, lots of piano, somber sounding acoustic guitars and all kinds of strange shimmering keyboards […]

★★★½ Although obvious comparisons can be made to popular female punk bands such as Slant 6 in terms of lyrical content as well as style, Primetime deserve to have this EP looked at individualistically. Their dissection of social anatomy and sexual politics is almost charmingly idiosyncratic […]

The arrogance, the excesses, the clothes, the attitude, 1994, Definitely Maybe, Brit Pop, Liam Gallagher, Noel Gallagher, the drugs, “the biggest band in the world”, the anthems, the British reconquest, the immaculate debut. Oasis.