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
One thing that doesn’t go unmissed by me when writing about Bristol’s punk scene is that in claiming so many bands are so good there’s risk of it sounding like Continue reading
Warrior Pope’s performance at the Chelsea Inn was something to behold. Vocalist / trombonist David Burke bringing a charisma to the stage the like of which rarely witnessed and is perhaps most reminiscent of Continue reading
Into ‘Lucifer’s Doorway’ suggests Hell has frozen over in awe of the complexities that follow:
‘Evil Hand’ has a doom sound rooted in the 70s that equally sounds fresh as a daisy and sometimes surprisingly light as a feather to boot, elevated not only by the vocals sitting eerily perfect at the top of the music, but also the intricate solos that hedonistically wind through the epic and expansive melodies to create a compelling and contemplative swirl. Continue reading
Gøren is a one person project by Derek Fisher that very much sounds the consequence of dredging all the bayous in Louisiana to pull out every Southern Comfort / Deliverance-esque incident ever to have taken place, despite Derek being from Flint, Michigan, way up in the North of the States.
The southern drool drips off every note of ‘Summon’ as it wades mammoth-like through the bayou, its weight ensuring each step sinks right in, so needs a heavy pull to get out again; a movement of monumental proportions. While on its back sits a lone rider of the Apocalypse passing judgement on those and the sins dredged up with far greater fear and consequence than anything dished out by the more famous four riding horseback. Continue reading
Another night at the Chelsea Inn found me once again watching a band in awe of how accomplished.
BREATHE/RUST, a four piece from Bristol combining members of The Break Out, The Earth & Me, Nietzsche Trigger Finger and Crazy Arm, are tagged as hardcore on the flyer; the epithet is more than deserved, though I don’t envy whoever has to decide given the array of genres to be found across the four track self-titled debut EP. Continue reading
N. P. Ryan 