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Ameretat: punk fire straight from the hardcore of Earth

Ameretat’s self titled debut album, released 2025, opens with ‘Ghazal-e-ātish / Posht-e-pardeh’ (‘Ode to the Fire / Behind the Veil’). The track starts with a medium paced but purposeful drum beat before a slice of feedback introduces

T.A.T (There’s Always Time) Debut Album YOU SUCK !!! Reviewed

When reviewing There’s Always Time’s EP ‘Breathe’ in 2024, I described the sound as dark, moody, Bauhaus-esque in tone and stalking like a cold shadow carrying a jagged-edged knife with vocals that reach Polystyrene-levels of pitch and passion. All of those components remain thoroughly present on debut album YOU SUCK !!!. Only now

The Hammer of Dreams

He’d always dreamed Of teaching grandchildren Invaluable life skills Like never

Lettuce

Thanks to Luucy With the two Us in her name Dylan was deeply disturbed To discover over lunch That iceberg lettuces Do not

NANAFESTO: The NaNaz debut EP reviewed

The NaNaz—from Newport, Wales—formed as a result of Nana Punk; a punk music workshop held in 2024 and aimed at over 50s that sought to get participants actively involved in music for all the benefits it would bring, regardless of whether

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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