Best New Music
A Walk with Love & Death
Pick any random point in the Melvins discography and you’ll find that the band places a high value on texture and nuance. “Charmicarmicat”'s entire first half is built around the interplay of quietly shifting feedback. Houdini closer “Spread Eagle Beagle” was ten solid minutes of exhibiting how drum sounds alone can create an engaging, multifaceted experience. Newer track, “Decay of Lying,” opened with a low rumble and found Buzz Osborne’s guitar, Steven McDonald’s bass, and Dale Crove
Quicksand was always one of the bands I'd hear my high school friends crappin' on. Basically, they said they couldn't cut it, which I guess came down to the simple fact they were all Deftones fans and crazy about Sergio Vega on the bass. It didn't help how quickly Quicksand folded too. Anyways, it took me years before I could really chime into this debate, or even appreciate both bands and honestly, I can now say that either one I'll listen to... anytime. I've got no horse in this race but wh
Consumed by a Dying Sun
Green Meteor is an exciting new stoner rock band based out of Philadelphia. But, therein, lies the kicker. Yes, their debut album Consumed by a Dying Sun does bear the hallmarks of thee holee stoner metal album. There beith low, rumbling riffage. There beith that exact level of feedback fuzz so the album crackles with every note. There beith tribalish, clomping drums that make the album feel like it is Swamp Thing, stomping through the swamp. But, that is not all there beith.
The Fickle Finger of Fate
Much ado has been made about Dale Crover’s drumming. The fact is, most people seem to think he’s one of the greatest drummers in rock and if you check out Bullhead or The Bride Screamed Murder you’ll see that it’s the truth. But, Crover isn’t awarded his medals because he’s extremely complex or because he’s a technical wizard- rather, Crover is given is props because he’s the opposite of that. Yes, he is a boom-bapper, smashing down those drums with the power of Keith Moon, givi
Turn Out The Lights
Julien Baker has been on my radar for about a year now after I heard her on Touche Amore's last record via "Skyscraper." I did some research and what I found was a young songstress ready to bring her Memphis woe to the fore and expose her heart and very soul. Turn Out The Lights accomplishes just that, teaching us that it's okay to hurt and heal, and more specifically, to believe in said light. It's also a great evolution and a mark of maturity from her 2015 debut Sprained Ankle
The Selecter are one of the few bands left from the second wave of ska that are still going strong, both in the studio and on the road. It’s easy to see why after listening to Daylight, it becomes clear that after over 30 years, multiple lineup changes, at least one breakup, and a few hiatuses the band can still do it. They still feel like a band that is hungry, it might be more polished than it was in 1980. But, when you spend over thirty years doing anything, you get better at it.
Sam Coffey and The Iron Lungs
Sam Coffey & The Iron Lungs
Toronto's Sam Coffey & The Iron Lungs may well be a band fit more for your father than you. From Gates of Hell to this new self-titled, it's a very interesting take on '80s rock, glam and whatnot, from bands like Rolling Stones to Cheap Trick, but in terms of appealing to a younger demographic, well just think of the Frank Turner's and Rocky Votolato's power jams. In fact, I first thought this was a British band based on their style but what I ended up realizing as this sophomore record p
Metz are a Toronto act that draw a lot of comparisons -- from the Jesus Lizard, Refused, At The Drive In and personally, to countrymen Preoccupations (formerly Viet Cong). What Metz do however is transcend the post-punk genre and even the distorted noise-rock shoebox they're always lumped in, and produce something much more abrasive and caustic. This time around, it lacks melody at almost every turn, and this is a jagged strength few bands can play on. Granted moving from II to Stra
Sweden's Makthaverskan are one of the best dream-pop acts in the game at the moment. Their sweet melodies and distinct Euro-flair paint them beyond the average indie-pop band as they churn out unique saccharine rhythms that manage to wistfully entrap you and keep you isolated, light years away from all your worries. II stood as the best work of the band's career but III now proves to be a follow-up that's just as amazing, with Run For Cover sticking to a gun they know will fire