No Time Like The Present opens with upbeat foot-tapper ‘The Hat’; a story of gigging here, there and everywhere told in a cheeky Ian Drury-esque vein; smiling through not simply the trials of life but more so the death sentence of using Ryanair and then laughing riotously about it all with new best friends for life who’ll only be so for the night of a show. Not only lyrically, the vibe is caught in the music too; a feel of looking out of a car window at a never before seen fields, tired and thinking of the previous night while heading down a new stretch of motorway equally energized about the potentially likewise one to come.
Author: N. P. Ryan
Lost in Memories, Lost in Grief: Welcome to Zen Metal
If bands were alcoholic beverages My Silent Wake’s latest outing Lost in Memories, Lost in Grief would be a fine vintage of red: subtle, yet full bodied with a woody/smoky aftertaste, the grapes having been specifically picked from a glorious vineyard somewhere in the Tuscany region.
Lost in Memories, Lost in Grief doesn’t need to Continue reading
Tequila Sunset
Written to help create the mindset of a fictional character. Continue reading
Zpangled Henz: A Punk As F**k Tour De Force
Zpangled Henz self-titled four-track EP rips an even bigger hole than the massive one left by the cell-phone-recorded-demo of last year.
Exploding with a vibe similar Continue reading
Doughnut in the Sky with Contradictions
Poetry without comment beyond thanks to Kenny Kennethh for use of the header image of a solitary doughnut (licensing).
Continue reading
Social Media Sorbet
Thoughts on the stupidity of trying to use social media for something useful. Header image courtesy Alisha Mishra (licensing). Continue reading
Introspective Suicide In Parts: volume one
Attempting to improve the self is not without its price.
Header image courtesy D. D. Buck (licensing). Continue reading
forever after
Poetry without comment.
With thanks to D. D. Buck^ for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading
. . . it was enough
Poetry inspired by the power of devotion.
Continue reading
T.A.T. (There’s Always Time)
T.A.T. (There’s Always Time)’s debut EP Breathe prowls into life with the track of the same name; darkly moody and Bauhaus-esque in tone it stalks like a cold shadow carrying a jagged-edged knife. Sharon Watts—who vocally touches on Polystyrene-levels of pitch and passion—sings of escaping a coercive relationship with a conviction leaving no doubt the lyrics come from experience; a feeling of personality erosion and suffocation captured perfectly in the focus and obsessive mantra of Breathe that’s sung in the name of believing in the self to ride out the storm of anxiety the manipulative obsessive can force to run rampant in the innocent. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 