Critics often turn their noses up at death metal, but it’s about the only form of metal I have any time for. It still isn’t really for me, but I’d always choose a couple of minutes of thrashing, thundering and bellowing over, say, Guns ‘N Roses fingering away for 15 minutes while Axl Rose disappears up his own arse.
I listened to Fetch the Bolt Cutters on the day it was released in April. I could tell it was a bit special, which has actually made it a daunting album to review.
A contender for Now That’s What I Call Difficult to Google!, this three-year-old self-titled album by New Orleans project Marker appeared on my Facebook earlier this week.
People who insist on their records being filed in alphabetical order must hate this band. The experimental rockers formerly known by names like OCS, Oh Sees, and Thee Oh Sees released their latest album today, under yet another new moniker.
Purely through coincidence, I’m reviewing my second consecutive 1990 album on released on the 4AD label. Pale Saints’ debut The Comforts of Madness popped up as a recommendation for me on Apple Music. I like the songs I’ve heard from them in the past, like ‘Sight of You’ (taken from this album) and ‘Half Life, Remembered’ (from an EP released later in 1990), so why not?
Possibly the most surprising/embarrassing album I’m admitting to never having listened to before.
Doves are one of those bands that I just “quite like”. If they were playing at a festival I was at I might watch them. If they were on Later… With Jools Holland I might switch it on. And if they brought out their first album in 11 years I might listen to it.
Czech shoegaze is a thing, apparently, and perhaps the biggest name from it is/was The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa.
I think yesterday I heard the first non-ironic mention of Christmas. Given its been a turd of a year, the end of 2020 will probably be warmly welcomed, except that it does mean I’m running short of time on this blog, where I remain over 10 albums behind schedule.
I’m a bit slow of the mark on this debut from much hyped riot grrrl band Dream Nails. Released two weeks ago, it’s a fiery 25 minutes of feminism, gay rights and DIY ethos.