Archive for March, 2026

Neurot Recordings – 20 March 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Unless you’ve been keeping a very close eye, or have been privy to insider information, you could be forgiven for thinking Neurosis were done as a band. And reasonably so. It’s been ten years since their last album, and it’s been almost four years since word emerged that founder and vocalist Scott Kelly had departed the band under a cloud and announced his retirement from music.

Nevertheless, one would have probably expected some kind of hype, a build-up to the first album in a decade by these post-metal colossi. Perhaps they felt a little reluctant under the circumstances of quietly ejecting Kelly in 2019 he admitted abusing his wife and children, keeping quiet on the matter out of respect for privacy from his wife. The fact they expelled him well before the news broke in 2022 sends a clear message on the position of the remaining members, who, after time has passed, have recruited Aaron Turner, formerly of Isis, and then Sumac. I shan’t dwell on how it must feel as a band to discover that one of the people they’ve worked with so closely for so many years is a piece of shit, an abusive lowlife, but will swerve here onto the topic of how Tom Meighan, formerly of Kasabian has been welcomed back to the gig and festival circuit following a conviction for domestic abuse largely on the basis that his abused girlfriend forgave him and went on to marry him. But that’s how it is with abuse. Victims don’t leave, and there comes to be an understanding that it’s in the past and the abuser is somehow rehabilitated and everything is ok now, so the world moves on.

This shouldn’t be the cloud that hangs over Neurosis’ new album, and because of how they’ve dealt with it, it isn’t really a cloud, but something which needs to be addressed by way of context, rather than skipped over or swept under the carpet. Thankfully, Kelly doesn’t get a pass, a career rehabilitation after a break, and with a respectful hiatus and Turner coming into the fold, An Undying Love For A Burning World marks the opening of a new chapter for Neurosis.

The album’s title encapsulates the place in which the band – and, indeed, many of us find ourselves, and the statement from the band on its release expands on this:

“We need this, perhaps more than ever, and we suspect we are not alone. The trials and tribulations in our personal lives and as a band, combined with simply trying to navigate the insanity of our society, with the stress, anxiety, and isolation that come with it can be excruciating. Add to that the existential confusion and sorrow of the climate crisis and the sixth mass extinction.

“It is enough to cause you to completely lose your mind if you can’t find release or catharsis. This strange emotionally charged music has always been our method of trying to survive this and this is what we’ve always been singing about. When you have spent a lifetime engaged with these energies and utilizing this form of expression to purge and purify, it feels detrimental to our well-being to let it sit idle and neglected. This was now or never.”

First, the pandemic. Then Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Then Israel’s genocide in Gaza. And now – effectively – World War 3, with gas and oil facilities ablaze, all while the oceans rise and the global climate becomes evermore inhospitable. It’s a battle to simply exist and keep it together at times, because the last few years have felt truly apocalyptic. And STILL people are shitting on one another: displays of racism and misogyny are becoming more rife and more extreme and as much as there’s abundant cause to fear for the imminent elimination of the human species, there’s a strong case in favour of it for the good of the planet.

And so it is that An Undying Love For A Burning World is a difficult album, in that it grapples with these difficult, ugly, and complex issues.

“The dissonance is deafening!” Turner hollers on the brief intro piece, ‘We Are Torn Wide Open’, before blasting into the jarring noise blast of ‘Mirror Deep’. Immediately, this feels like a different Neurosis. They’ve always explored tone and texture, but this feels different: fast, hard, heavy, with a punkier edge to the driving metal blast. This rages, hard. The riffs and jarring, dissonant, and Turner’s vocals bring a different kind of energy. And it’s an energy that’s a vital injection.

Of course, there are still megalithic lumbering riffs: ‘First Red Rays’ brings the first of them, and it’s a crushing trudge, but then suddenly everything explodes. It sounds as if they’re playing for their lives, and purging hard here. Even the expansive instrumental passages are imbued with an emotional heft that’s intangible and fundamentally inarticulable, and while the nine-minute ‘Blind’ offers some atmospheric passages, they’re decimated by raging riffs, and ‘Seething and Scattered’ sure as hell does seethe from its very core.

The last two tracks are both immense, clocking in at ten and seventeen minutes respectively, but far from being meandering plods – and there are quieter, gentler passages which have an exploratory edge – they’re both dynamic explosions brimming with anguish, and riff and rage hard. The final track, ‘Last Light’ begins with a Suicide-like pulsating electronic beat and fizzing electronics before the riff piles in, and takes off with with some expansive space-rock vibes and a nagging hint of shoegaze, and it’s as majestic as it is monstrous.

This is the sound of a band reinvigorated, and, more significantly, grappling with issues, both personal and circumstantial. It’s a band striving to push forward, a band unbeaten but emerging from and processing a trauma. The world is burning: that’s not political or controversial, but it’s difficult to assimilate and contemplate what the future holds. An Undying Love For A Burning World takes the listener down to the darkest depth, but also hints at hope. Right now, hope is all we have, and it’s hard to cling to… but cling, we must. Otherwise, what else is there?

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Fucking North Pole Records / Captured Records – 20th March 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

This single is pitched as ‘a split release that pairs Norwegian noise-rock abrasion with Japanese stoner-psych experimentation, bringing together two bands that thrive on doing things their own way’.

Its arrival is times just before Barren Womb launch a live assault on the UK, which threatens some big noise. Their half of this single, ‘The Perils of Self-Improvement’, which they describe as ‘a mid-tempo stomper delivering grim news for the supposed wisdom of self-help culture’ is an offcut from the Chemical Tardigrade sessions which they withheld specifically for this release, and it sure is a beast, which works particularly well as a standalone release. It’s got grit and grind as well as melody. The verses are hefty, trudging slabs of noise where the bass rumbles and the guitar jabs and the pair – consisting of Timo Silvola (drums/vocals) and Tony Gonzalez (guitar/vocals) manage to blend elements of Melvins and the Jesus Lizard with a dash of psychedelia.

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On the flipside, Hylko really go all out on the psych, presenting a deep, dark, spinning riff which lumbers and lurches amidst a swathe of flange and reverb. And then it suddenly goes all dark and dubby, with the added bonus of sounds of water and running rivers.

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It’s a perfect split release: complimentary but most definitely contrasting, completely wild and all quality.

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Electro-industrial artist, MARIE ANN HEDONIA just unleashed her new EP, Lunar Eclipse – an autobiographical release full of anger, rage and revenge.

The songs work as emotional layers from rage to acceptance, and through them we are transformed. ‘Anseka’s Song’ is pure rage as humans love violence. We consume it as entertainment when it should shock and disgust us. It’s a perfect opener for this EP. The song sets the tone for the emotional space these tracks occupy. It also flows right into ‘Family Trauma’, the most autobiographical track on the EP.

Marie says: “My family was messed up, screaming fights, job loss, arrests, and it generally made me a pretty angry person. I thought one day I would write this all down, maybe as a quirky memoir. Instead life guided me to music and so I channelled my rage, and sadness into this EP.  In astrology a  “lunar eclipse” can bring on emotional transformation, even upheaval. I want this EP to release these emotions for myself and for the listener.”

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Along with the release of her 2nd EP comes, Eclipse, a full length album encapsulating both EP releases, available on vinyl, digital download, and streaming now!

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13th March 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Polevaulter are very much a band of the times. The cost of living and the fact bands make no money has driven a marked shift towards duos and power trios, and notably electronic music and drum machines have become popular again. The less kit you’ve got, the easier it is to rehearse at home or in a small space, there’s less to the logistics of getting a smaller number of people with minimal gear around (hell, the logistics of getting people in the same place at the same time around work and family and all that shit), and any fees and proceeds from merch are split fewer ways. Necessity and invention, and all that. And notably, there’s a lot of angry electro-led noise coming out of the north. Benefits are clearly up there in representing this thing, which isn’t anything like a movement, any more than the emerging goth scene in the 80s was a movement, but an artistic current, a zeitgeist. But we also have the likes of The Sick Man of Europe, Machine Mafia, and Polevaulter. These guys are something of the exception, in that they’re a shade dancier, but given the buzzing bass fury and relentless rage in the vocals, they’re never going to trouble any regular townie nightclubs, let alone any charts or Radio 1 Dance.

On the new EP, Polevaulter frontman Jon Franz said, “’Descending’ is our most cohesive and controlled EP, and also the most raw and direct. We wanted to reach people immediately, give them something to quickly digest and then say exactly what we wanted to say. The vocals start quick in each song. It progresses down through the EP into an anxious rave, the themes about being lied to all your lives and believing what you are told coming from power down to the working people. It’s our darkest and danciest EP I think.”

And so it is that with Descending, Polevaulter deliver four ultra-taut and super-succinct slabs of electro-led abrasion. ‘The Cursor is a Fly’ makes for a comparatively gentle introduction, before the grinding ‘Dogtrack’.the woozy, bulbous subsonic bass is pure dance, but the snarling, disaffected vocal is punk to the core, Franz wheezing ‘Just trying to buy a house, now let me have it… dogtrack… gamble… run down… dogtrack… going round and round and round…’ It’s bleak and hypnotic and bleak and hypnotic and… you get the picture.

‘Manifest’ mines a dark dance groove with a vocal that’s bordering on spoken word, and calls to mind the short-lived and criminally underrated York band Viewer, the technoindie collaboration between the late cult techo legend Tim Wright and vocalist AB Johnson. In other words, it’s a well-balanced hybrid, where thumping beats and techno synths collide with a vocal that draws influence from Jarvis Cocker and Mark E. Smith. ‘I’m going down with the ship’, Franz announced against a clattering backdrop of snashing metallic snare drum detonations and rapidly-shifting synth gyrations.

The final track, ‘Soothsayer’, is the EP’s longest, and a sparse, haunting intro paved the way for a dark, reverb-heavy electrogoth groove with hushed, hypnotic vocals over an almost subliminal bass groove cut through with a heartbeat kick drum and smashing snare and builds to a tense, suffocating climax.

These are dark times, and it is definitively grim up north. Polevaulter provide a soundtrack to this, while countering bleak nihilism with some almost euphoric dance synths. Descending offers escapism in the same space as the darkest pessimism. The conflicts and contradictions are navigated successfully, though. Polevaulter have taken a massive leap here, and really gone beyond their previous works.

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Swedish experimental noise-rock outfit The Family Men return on May 8 with their second full-length album Co/de/termination, set for release via Welfare Sounds & Records.
To mark the occasion, the band have unveiled a brand new video for the track ‘Luxury’.

‘Luxury’ channels the band’s sonic identity into a single, tightly focused piece. As Echoes & Dust put it: “Built upon looping, intertwining rhythms and heavily processed instruments and samples, ‘Luxury’ distils the band’s unmistakable sonic identity into one focused strike. It’s a precise yet overwhelming construction – mechanical, hypnotic, and abrasive – and a perfect example of what we’ve come to expect from the proprietors of the ‘total harmful sound.’”

The band themselves add: “‘Luxury’ is heavily inspired by William Gibson’s writing. It also feels like it encapsulates every part of the new album in some way, so it fits really well as a final single before the release. The video was a collaborative effort between Gustav and this really talented guy from Stockholm named Henke Luhr, and we feel it reflects the music in a very fitting manner.”

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Following their debut album No Sound Forever, The Family Men have spent the past years performing extensively across Sweden and internationally, building a reputation as one of the most intense and uncompromising live acts around. That relentless momentum feeds directly into Co/de/termination, a natural yet sharpened continuation of the band’s sonic evolution.
Pushing both intensity and precision to new extremes, the album refines their sound into something tighter, heavier, and more deliberate than ever before. Urgent yet controlled, abrasive yet purposeful, Co/de/termination stands as a focused and uncompromising statement.

Operating across a wide sonic spectrum, The Family Men resist easy categorization. Samplers, broken electronics, tape loops, and heavily distorted guitars collide into a sound that is both confrontational and immersive.

Their live shows, often accompanied by feverish VHS projections, towering waves of feedback, and vocalist Gustav Danielsbacka performing directly within the crowd, have become legendary for dissolving the boundary between band and audience.

With Co/de/termination, The Family Men further cement their position as one of the most uncompromising voices in contemporary experimental rock.

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skoghall rekordings – 18th March 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Patience is supposedly a virtue… but then apparently, there’s no time like the present. And you’re supposed to strike while the iron’s hot. Clearly, Trump and his negotiators and so-called ‘Minister of War’ figured there was no time like the present even while negotiations with Iran were progressing nicely, with Iran offering substantial concessions around their nuclear programme.

Loaf of Beard’s follow-up to 2023’s Dog had been scheduled for a couple of months’ time, but from nowhere, it’s been brought forward and landed yesterday. It’s not even a Friday, let alone a Bandcamp Friday! Still, after LoB material got an airing on a jaunt of the UK late last year, this might be considered an example of striking while the iron’s still a bit warm, and moreover, given the way things are going, there really is no time like the present inasmuch as we can’t guarantee there will even be a future. There is an urgency to making art right now, and putting it out there FAST isn’t so much about keeping it relevant – although that is a factor, since events are happening at such pace it’s nigh on impossible to keep up – but about processing all of this shit and conveying the intense and myriad mixed emotions these insane times engender.

As they write in the accompanying notes, ‘In these constantly changing and worrying times it is somewhat of a relief that certain artists go out of their way to document humanity’s descent into fucking stupidity and greed’.

Loaf of Beard – a duo consisting of Chisel and Rabies Beefburger tackle these serious matters with an element of humour, Chisel ranting and chanting in a distinctly north of England sprechgesang over uptempo lo-fi drum machines and scratchy electronica. There’s something uplifting about both the musical and lyrical simplicity. On ‘All Of This Lot Can Get Fucked’, Chisel reels off a list of politicians and other public figures, with a chanting refrain of ‘get fucked’. It’s simple but effective, and in a just world, they’d be playing to hundreds of people all singing the words back at them in a display of unity. But that’s not the world we live in, as they point out on ‘Shit Mic, No Fans’:

Some might say I’m the laziest rapper

I have to admit, that there’s none crapper

All the fucker MCs come along and diss me

I spit out rhymes, they just dismiss me

The irony is that this isn’t a million miles away from Sleaford Mods in many respects., and I suspect they’re aware of this fact. When you boil it down, it’s sweary sociopolitical rants with repetitive hooks delivered over minimal electronic backing. But while there is humour here, at times, Privilege and Other Poisons is unafraid to venture into dark territory, and this is nowhere more apparent than on ‘B.A.E’, where they call out the manufacturer of arms and ‘informational security’, whose share price has absolutely skyrocketed in recent years, since Russia invaded Ukraine and war has essentially spread around the globe, with the lugubrious refrain of ‘B.A.E and their profits of death’. And this is how the world works under capitalism. A small – very small – minority coin it in while everyone else’s lives crumble and tens of thousands of people – innocent civilians – are slaughtered because some cunts in suits who wield power beyond imagination are petulant pieces of shit who want global domination like in a stupid movie and think it’s a game.

Elsewhere, ‘Claptrap Fåntratt’ sounds like The Fall circa Light User Syndrome (which is severely underrated in the scheme of their oeuvre). ‘Freeze Peach’ goes full-throttle raging electro/punk thrashabout, with Chisel foaming at the mouth with the chorus of ‘take your fucking flags down dickhead’ before going all-out Beavis and Butthead. ‘I Feel Like a Twat’ serves up a slice of cheesy jazz-infused disco funk, and knowing its awfulness is conscious and intentional only raises the level of awkwardness. This is Loaf of Beard all over. They exist to make you feel uncomfortable – and they succeed. And I for one respect that.

Semi-ambient pastoral contemplations about wildlife and sightings of elk make for some welcome respite: it’s not healthy to be raging all the time, and however fucked the planet may be, nature is resilient. It’s us who need to become extinct.

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Ana Roxanne shares ‘Untitled II’, taken from her forthcoming album, Poem 1.

The track is the album’s pronounced, uninhibited centerpiece, delivers on the Lynchian promise that’s been present since her first EP, 2019’s ~~~.

Poem 1 follows via kranky on May 1st, an album that displays Ana’s new-found boldness. Listen to ‘Untitled II’ here:

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Ana also announces the following live dates:

May 8 Brooklyn, NY,  National Sawdust
May 11 Los Angeles, CA,  Sid the Cat Auditorium
May 12 San Francisco, CA, Swedish American Music Hall
May 15 Seattle, WA, Triple Door
May 18 Toronto, ON, Hugh’s Room
June 4  London, England, Institute of Contemporary Arts
June 5 Vienna, Austria, Porgy & Bess

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Rocket Recordings – 3rd April 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Opening an album with an ear-splitting shriek of feedback is a statement of intent, and a challenge to the (potential) listener. Opening an album with an ear-splitting shriek of feedback by way of launching into a seven-minute discordant racket is special, particularly when you’re not Sunn O))). It takes some confidence, and is an immediate ‘fuck you’ to anyone who might be looking for some melody. But then, it’s fair enough. You’re not going to be looking to attract pop kids when you’re a noise rock band called The Shits. But over the course of its seven minutes, raw and ragged opener ‘In A Hell’ brings a nagging lead guitar line which stretches back and forth over a repetitive riff where the rhythm guitar follows the bass on an ascending riff through an ever-amassing wall of noise. Woah. In a way, I’m reminded of The Fall, specifically Hex Enduction Hour, crashing in with ‘The Classical’, which is absolutely all over the shop, discordant, swerving here, there, and everywhere, likely deterring many from venturing further, while encapsulating everything about the band and the album in that opening salvo. So if ‘In A Hell’ doesn’t do it for you, leave now, and promptly, because you’re only going to get more of the same, only more so. ‘In A Hell’ is a beast, and will likely send many running ion the opposite direction. Fine. It’s their loss.

You know an album’s going to be good when the opening track sounds like the finale. And yes, with Diet of Worms, The Shits deliver something extraordinary. It’s a filthy mess of overdriven guitar and vocals thick with phlegm and fury, and it’s nothing short of magnificent.

‘Tarrare’ brings the searing proto-punk three chord thrash and wah-wah frenzy of The Stooges with the rabid nastiness of The Anti-Nowhere League and a hint of the derangement of the Jesus Lizard, and ‘Then You’re Dead’ piles straight in with more gritty riff-driven nihilism delivered with fervour and everything cranked up to eleven.

There’s nothing pretty about this. There’s nothing especially new about it, either, but The Shits play with a rare, raw energy, and it’s this which makes Diet of Worms stands out. ‘Change My Ways’ is a sneering roar, with hints of Uniform but very much indebted to Public Image. It’s a punky, noise-rock juggernaut. Single cut ‘Thank You For Being a Friend’ doesn’t exactly seem to radiate effusive gratitude in its delivery and lands more like being punched in the gut. Repeatedly. For nearly six minutes.

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The whole album is a sprawling, dingy, full-on, the songs built around simple, repetitive riffs bludgeoned away at for however long – nothing fancy, just fire and fury. Diet of Worms is unapologetic in its bluntness, attacking from the first scream of feedback to the final afterburn.

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The heat is on: Rome’s skygazers KLIMT 1918 reveal the sun-drenched music video ‘Dream Core’ as the first advance single taken from the forthcoming new full-length Àmor. The beloved Italians’ fifth album has been chalked up for release on June 12, 2026.

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KLIMT 1918 comment: “The song ‘Dream Core’ revolves around resilience, strength, and the ability to overcome life’s adversities”, frontman Marco Soellner explains. “We dedicate this track to those who choose to love despite everything. To those who believe that a song can trigger the will to change. To those who feel like a storm about to break over a sun-scorched desert.”

The burning pulse of the sun’s nuclear fire scorching the desert. The smooth sliding of glistening skin over other skin in a throbbing rhythm. The swelling hum of motion in a mass of bodies. KLIMT 1918 capture many such fleeting moments in time and preserve them through cascading walls of sound and the elegant drone of guitars.

The Italian’s fifth album, Àmor, represents a climax of their acclaimed previous work into a most melancholic, sensual, and majestic collection of captivating music. Àmor was born out of silence, solitude and social distancing. Yet as a deliberate artistic counterpoint, KLIMT 1918 decided to have all their new songs revolve around carnality, ardour, physical contact between bodies, and the urgent, compelling feelings that keep people awake at night.

With Àmor, KLIMT 1918 also take another step in the steady evolution of their sound. The influences of avant-garde metal have been dwindling from the start while darkwave and alternative rock rapidly grew stronger in the music of the Italians. Post-rock plays a strong role in their latest development but instead of shyly narrowing their perspective down by gazing at their shoes, KLIMT 1918 dream with open eyes, looking up above the horizon and into the sky.

KLIMT 1918 emerged from the ashes of a metal band in 1999 when the brothers Marco and Paolo Soellner rather chose to take fresh inspiration from such acts as BAUHAUS, THE CURE, and JOY DIVISION. This was also indicated by their new band’s name, which alludes to the Austrian symbolist painter and Art Nouveau pioneer Gustav Klimt, who died in 1918 while the Great War was still raging. The debut album of the Romans, Undressed Momento, arrived in 2003 and its dark emotionality immediately garnered high praise from critics and fans alike all over Europe.

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