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Igarka’s Dopamine Ocean is a debut E.P. drenched in excellence

28/08/2025 / N. P. Ryan

‘Hider’ entices the listener along a path leading towards an enchanted forest; the opening vocals and guitar the deep green vines that intertwine all across the way. The trees can be seen, but are behind a translucent veil that hangs like white candy floss and sparks here and there with specks of gold. When the veil is reached and passed through Continue reading →

Introspective Suicide In Parts: volume one

25/02/2024 / N. P. Ryan

Attempting to improve the self is not without its price.

Header image courtesy D. D. Buck (licensing). Continue reading →

Mist-spent Youth

05/10/2023 / N. P. Ryan

Possibly, maybe, kinda, potentially based on something I once couldn’t work out.

With thanks to Dimitar Donovski for the use of the header image, a photograph of a child standing in the middle of a misty field (licensing). Continue reading →

Disgusting

23/04/2023 / N. P. Ryan

pexels-pixabay-266755I wrote this while celebrating 420 Day; maybe I should’ve left it there? Continue reading →

Great Expectations; a modern take of little resemblance

02/04/202303/04/2023 / N. P. Ryan

pexels-asad-photo-maldives-169195The following is founded in truth. If it were not, there’d be no basis or reason for its potentially offensive nature. Many aspects, though, have been changed to protect the guilty. As for the guilty, well, it’s all a matter of perspective.

With thanks to Asad Photo Maldives for use of the header image. Continue reading →

Where in the World

22/02/202322/02/2023 / N. P. Ryan

nasa-xFO2Xt33xgI-unsplashIf one must insist on clichés, then at least have the common decency to be unique about it!  

With thanks to NASA for use of the header image. Continue reading →

Lifecycle

16/10/2022 / N. P. Ryan

pexels-loc-dang-1905054Introspective thoughts from a grey rain-threatening afternoon. With thanks to Loc Dang for use of the header image (uncropped version available in link). Continue reading →

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AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!

AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!

After this year’s exhilarating-as-ever Dean Lane Hardcore Day, I headed to the Chelsea Inn for the after show. It was there, while sat in the beer garden basking in the punk-Christmas-ness of it all, that someone

Mistress: Prepare for Doom Domination!

Mistress: Prepare for Doom Domination!

Skimming through the names on a promotional compilation, Mistress stopped me in my tracks; a lot can be taken from a band name, and something so precise, not to mention ‘dominating’, makes quite a statement about how the band sees itself. Clicking play, I knew there was far more chance of tired male cliché than … Continue reading Mistress: Prepare for Doom Domination!

Hawkwind, Bristol Beacon, 13th June 2026

Hawkwind, Bristol Beacon, 13th June 2026

An absolutely incredible show as usual from Hawkwind, only this one was

Reflections on the Thames as seen from London Bridge

Reflections on the Thames as seen from London Bridge

The following is a reworking of a poem and post that originally appeared in 2018:

Ameretat: punk fire straight from the hardcore of Earth

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

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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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