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Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed

12/10/202612/10/2026 / N. P. Ryan

Opening track ‘Scapegoat’ is a heart fully on sleeve response to the rise of the far right and its claim to genuinely care about the welfare of women. For its deep dive into the personal, it becomes a sharp social commentary delivered through an intelligently formed lyrical narrative Continue reading →

Scarebears’ ‘Scapegoat’: the scorching debut single reviewed

15/01/202602/06/2026 / N. P. Ryan

Scarebears debut single ‘Scapegoat’ opens with stern spoken word that acts as launch pad for an audio OOF! factor ten take-off, each note from there unleashing like a tightly coiled spring so embroiled are they in the energy and conviction of the lyrical message; one that takes serious issue with the idea of the far right actually having Continue reading →

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  • Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed
    Opening track ‘Scapegoat’ is a heart fully on sleeve response to the rise of the far right and its claim … Continue reading Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed
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        Are socks Not better Worn inside out? Converse:     Thanks for reading 🙂 N. P. Ryan • Facebook • Instagram • Linktree • For … Continue reading Sock It to Me
  • 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 … Continue reading AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!
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    Written in essence on the 14th July   It’s better when The sun is out Not just warm But deep … Continue reading Nice Weather S.A.D. Times

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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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