EVA X returns on September 18th with ‘Dance In Shadows’, the preview single for her upcoming album, TURBOPINK (out Nov 6). One part synthpop, one part metal, one part millennial J-pop, and one part 80s nostalgia, ‘Dance In Shadows’ is a primal scream for lost friends and empty spaces on the dancefloor, wrapped in a bright sonic blanket.
‘Dance In Shadows’ is a song born out of grief. EVA X writer, Gaby Gustafson completed the track after a co-worker & friend died from an aggressive form of cancer. She states, “I had written a super sad song originally, but I knew she’d hate that . It was really important to her to find joy wherever she could. So I ended up reworking the track into – Dance In Shadows- our happy little song about death.”
For the B-side of ‘Dance In Shadows’, Stoneburner brings his own styling to the track with a breakbeat remix that captures EVA’s dancefloor edge.
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EVA X started as a bedroom producer. She started releasing her tracks in 2019 and quickly built a cult following in the goth/industrial scene with her fusion of synthwave, industrial, power pop, and even metal elements. She released her debut album, I Dream Of A Reality on Distortion Productions in 2022, landing on several “Best of 2022” lists. She’s been a rising power on the US festival scene, including New Jersey’s Dark Force Fest, Seattle’s Mechanismus Festival, and Calgary’s Terminus. After a couple of years of heavy touring, Eva is back with her second album TURBOPINK and a full band along for the ride.
This is a very different kind of gig vibe. I arrive way before there’s any music due on with a view to giving my brain a rest from stress with a book and a few beers. The Duck and Drake is a cracking boozer which boasts no fewer than fifteen cask ales. There are three gluten free offerings, for those who need to know these things, and several vegan brews. The Wensleydale Fire It Up IPA at 5% is a particular standout, but they’re all well-kept and the Old Peculier is superb.
Personal disclosure: I wasn’t feeling like turning out tonight. My motivation and confidence were through the floor this morning, and the prospect of heading off to Leeds on my own to an unfamiliar venue while the reliability of the trains, particularly getting home, was in question, had done little to compel me to venture out. But since Noisepicker – whose last two albums, both released via Exile on Mainstream – I had reviewed and enjoyed, had made the effort to come up from London to play a free show, and labelmates Might had made the effort to come from bloody Hanover, I knew I’d regret it if I yielded to my urge to retreat.
Shortly after my arrival, the pub’s invaded by a board of corporate tossers on a treasure hunt by way of a works night out, but they fuck off before too long, and I get to sup my pint while listening to the soundchecks, and it becomes increasingly apparent that I’ve made the right decision. Around nine, a cluster of beardies, hairies, and folks in black filter in and take up around the bar. And then the music starts.
Noisepicker are an intermittent band, and a classic example of a band who fit making music around dayjobs and whatnot. There was a seven-year gap between Peace Off and the latest, The Earth Will Swallow the Sun, and they’re not a big touring band. But on stage, they present an almost telepathic cohesion from the outset. ‘No Man Lies Blameless’ lands second as they fire up the heavy blues riffery after a slow, drawling start. Harry Armstrong’s phlegm and whiskey (or Newcastle Brown) vocals growl and howl all the pain, anguish, and anger at the state of humanity, and there are times in the set where he and drummer Kieran Murphy articulate this with raw primal screams, and it’s magnificently cathartic. ‘Chew’ starts almost jazzy before hitting its stride with a thick riff. When they slow it down and strip it back, as on ‘A Taste of My Dying’, it’s got a hefty swagger. ‘The Earth Will Swallow the Sun’ brings a barrage of percussion, Armstrong playing drum and guitar at the same time. There’s a cover of ‘War’ which kicks ass, delivered with guts and gusto, and landing between Motorhead and ZZ Top. They go low and slow for the set closer, and they kill it. The rapport between the two players is apparent, as is the fact they’re clearly loving doing what they do.
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Making their UK debut, Might start their performance off the stage, with flashing lights, smoke and dark atmospherics, before a piano backing track starts… And then the drums kick in, followed by the and guitars. The sound is nothing short of mind shattering in its density. It’s hardly surprising with that towering backline which dominates the stage and this small room. They’ve not travelled light. On record, they sound immense. Live… they take the sound to a whole other dimension.
They way they’ve worked the sound – and the visuals – is remarkable. I’d been curious as to how the duo of Ana Muhi (vocals and bass) and Sven Missullis (guitar, vocals, drums) would contrive to multi-task, and what I first thought was a drum machine actually appears to be a recording of a live drum track, which is up in the mix at a volume which corresponds with a live drum kit. Consequently, it feels like there are three people on stage – and what’s more, it almost looks that way, too, as there’s a silhouette of the drums being played which – unless my eyes deceive me – is in perfect sync with the audio. And with Nosepicker’s kit on stage behind them, and an abundance of smoke, you actually get a sense of their being an extra body up there.
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They churn out some monster riffs, which churn and grind, but there’s more than brute force and brutal volume happening here – there’s texture and layering, and what I can only describe as sonic alchemy. And what they conjure is something which renders the cover art for their second album, Abyss, as an aural experience, and it’s one in which time is suspended and you find yourself completely immersed and on another plane.
Stripping it back to a drone on Mrs Poise, the percussion comes from Sven striking the back of his guitar while it’s laid across his knees. The acoustic-led penultimate song ‘Tightrope Walk’ is almost folky, but nevertheless intense, Ana’s vocal delivery delicate and utterly captivating, before they close with ‘Zero’ – the final track on their eponymous debut – and it’s immense.
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On the face of it, this – the first night of a little low-key package tour –was a pretty ordinary event. A couple of bands playing in a pub in a corner of Leeds. But, pitched on the premise of being 100% DIY, with free entry and serving to provide a drop of an antidote to the relentless shitness of the world, it proved to be so much more. The bands both gave it their all. The audience was small, but appreciative. They chatted with the bands, and bought T-shirts. They bought beer. And ultimately, it was pretty damn special. No corporate shit, no pissy lager in plastic cups. Grassroots music at its very best. No-one’s getting rich off this financially, but in terms of the humanity, the life-enrichment, and the inspiriting qualities of a night like this, we all end the night with wealth beyond measure.
New Jersey industrial project ELEKTRIKILL, led by musician and producer Steve Vil, has officially released Macabre Masquerade – their second full length album of 2026 through Evol Music Group. The 13-track Halloween album is constructed as a continuous celebration of everything lurking in the dark.
ELEKTRIKILL invites listeners into a celebration where the witching hour never ends, transforming Halloween horror into a relentless collision of industrial rhythms, dark electronics, monsters, and macabre humor.
Macabre Masquerade combines brand-new material with reworked ELEKTRIKILL songs, terrifying interludes, and remixes from Kill Vector, Kontrol Phreak, and SPKTR. Rather than simply assembling a collection of horror-themed tracks, ELEKTRIKILL sequences the album like one long infernal party—complete with vampires, demons, werewolves, parasites, restless ghosts, and enough industrial machinery to wake the dead.
Macabre Masquerade moves between pounding EBM, darkwave atmosphere, industrial-rock aggression, electronic dance rhythms, and cinematic horror. The result is sinister without becoming joyless, balancing menace with enough twisted humor and dancefloor energy to keep the party moving long after the cemetery gates have closed.
Check the video for ‘Parasite (Darkest Fear Mix by Kontrol Phreak)’ from the album here:
It’s a decent lineup and a pleasant evening. I’m down early doors and sitting with a pint of Vocation Heart & Soul listening to Slint and Drop Ninteens and Boris over the PA, and wondering where the fuck is everyone? It does seem to be a thing now, particularly at certain venues, where people will be outside the room until the band starts, and spend the time between acts outside, whether it be the bar or beer garden, as well. On a personal level, there are positives to this: it means I can make notes and sup in relative peace, and maintain a decent spot near the front, but it does seem a bit odd to see barely a handful of people around and a near-deserted bar, and with the number of people in the room barely touching double figures when the first act is due on, it feels like something’s amiss.
Still, Danny Barton’s a seasoned pro, and he’ll play to five people or five hundred without there being any difference in his performance. It seems like some time since he’s has been out as Wolf Solent, having been doing Sewage Farm stuff with Sam Forrest (Nine Black Alps) in recent months. They’re the kings of anti-promo, announcing the release of their new album by stating that they’re ‘deeply ashamed to announce that fuck it is our fifth and worst album yet. It’s out on 24 april as limited edition CD and all forms of digital garbage.’ For the record, Fuck It is brilliant. It’s still infinitely more promo than he gives Wolf Solent, and his solo work is a very different proposition from the roaring rock ‘n’ roll of Sewage Farm, which very much has all the hallmarks of a bedroom-based project – low-key, lo-fi slowcore with pedals, sequenced backing and drum machine. Switching his acoustic guitar for an electroacoustic 12-string, he conjures a swirling drone by way of a backdrop to his drawling vocals, delivered while hiding behind beard and hair.
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Speedreaders have often been represented by Dave Mudie performing solo on recent outings, meaning it’s been a while since I’ve caught a full-band set (my records indicate it was July last year, when they supported Needlework, and went on before Divorce Finance, who I’m still angry about. I know, I need to get over it, but fuck me. Anyway, Speedreaders. They’re consistent, they’re tight, they’re a quality act. There’s not much movement in terms of their set list, and no new material, but what they have is performed with assurance. They’re not a chatty band, and, on discovering Dave’s left his capo in the dressing room, there’s a protracted – and very quiet – pause. There’s considerable air between the notes during their slow, introspective, sad songs. They pick up the tempo for the final song, ‘Down Round’, which is a bit Wedding Present circa Bizarro, and ends abruptly and precisely on time.
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Brighton’s Glasshouse Red Spider Mite are making their first trip to York, and they don’t seem too distraught to be playing to around twenty-five people: quite the opposite, in fact. They seem pretty chuffed that there is an audience, and an enthusiastic and supportive one at that, and for those still present (it has thinned rather after the local supports), they turn in a solid and dynamic set, delivered with energy and enthusiasm. It starts with a cacophonous samplefest, and there’s dialogue and narrative about spiders / mites spun between almost every song.
The liberal use of samples is reminiscent of Maybeshewill, although Glasshouse Red Spider Mite have vocals. Their overall sound straddles post-rock and shoegaze. Tonight’s set presents a band which has evolved significantly since their debut EP, and this could not be rendered with greater clarity than when they delve back to play ‘Everyone Loves You’ from What Do You Mean The Monster?… Hahaha… released in May of last year, and the new song which follows, which is a driving 90s-flavoured blast of energy that hints and Ride and Loop.
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Comparing tonight’s performance with their recorded output to date suggests that Glasshouse Red Spider Mite are a band at a crossroads, and in the midst of a giant evolutionary leap. They sound absolutely fantastic, and seem like a band with a lot to give.
Time will tell, of course, but heading home in a heavy autumnal drizzle, it felt like this was one of those ‘I saw this band before they got big playing to barely any people’ moments. My mate always loves to tell me how we saw Editors at Fibbers in York play to three men and a dog before their debut album, and I saw The Young Gods play to barely more than that when touring Super Ready (and they were fucking incredible). Glasshouse Red Spider Mite have it all, and look and sound like they have the potential captivate a substantial crowd at The Brudenell. And if there’s any justice, in their next tour, they will.
US-based rising instrumental progressive metallers, Sometime In February, are excited to release a brand new track titled ‘Nightlight’. Coming off the back of a string of Summer US live dates, the track is an exciting taste of what is to come. Check it here:
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Tristan Auman comments: “’Nightlight’ was written in a headspace similar to our 2024 single ‘Hiding Place.’ While in the trenches of writing our next record, we wanted to stretch our legs and write something free from the bounds of a bigger picture, and lean into styles that we may only dip our toes into. For this single, it was early-2010s era progressive metal/djent, something we appreciate but usually avoid when writing. In true SIF fashion, it also includes fun and upbeat highs, melodramatic lows, and singable hooks that might make you forget we’re an instrumental band.”
In 2023, the band introduced themselves with their first single under InsideOut, titled ‘Hiding Place’, which showcased their melodic approach. Now, with a full album of new material, Sometime in February presents 11 captivating tracks, from the fusion-metal opener ‘Palantir’ to the progressive complexity of ‘Outside In’ to the blues-infused, prog-metal closer ‘Funeral House.’
The trio’s connections extend into the progressive music world, featuring collaborations with Between the Buried and Me members Paul Waggoner and Dan Briggs. Tristan had been working for Waggoner in a local coffee shop. After getting to know Tristan, he went to see the band and was impressed by their live performance. He later invited Auman to fill in alongside Paul on BTBAM gigs. In return, Waggoner contributed to the track ‘The Bad Fight’ and appeared in the music video. “I had a part open for him on the song,” Auman recalls. "He sent over some ideas, and they were perfect, as expected."
Briggs added a unique touch, playing textural elements and additional instruments like mandolin, rather than bass. The BTBAM connection also extended to the album’s mixing, handled by engineer Jamie King, who previously worked with Scott’s former band, Trees on Mars. “Tristan knew right away he wanted to work with Jamie, and I was all for it,” Scott says. “Jamie was great in the studio with a positive vibe the whole time.”
To enhance the album’s sound design, the band brought in Eric Guenther, keyboardist for The Contortionist. “We discussed sound design, and The Contortionist was at the top of our list,” Morgan explains. “Eric was our first choice, and he was on board right away. He had seen Tristan on the BTBAM tour, and he elevated the entire project with his contributions.”
For Tristan, Where Mountains Hide represents a step forward, with an uplifting and optimistic feel. “For this album, I wanted the songs to stand alone more, instead of making everything flow together like typical prog albums. But in the end, it naturally felt cohesive. The album has a grand and fantastical vibe, and with instrumental music, it can be challenging to create a specific atmosphere, but that’s what I aimed for.”
The band describe their latest album, Super Rebound, as ‘is an action packed record with an unsound hero at the wheel. Wildly navigating through a landscape filled with leaden riffs, open harmonies, foghorns, and a dose of unadulterated joy and radiant bliss. Deranged, but sweet. Fuming with feels.’
This is only their third full-length album in their fifteen-year career, although they’ve maintained a steady flow of EPs, some of which have been on the longer side (their last release, HONESTY INTEGRITY FRIENDSHIP PASSION contained only four tracks, but due to the last one having a run time of twelve and a half minutes long, it spanned a full thirty minutes) – and they reckon this could be their definitive document, their magnum opus, the apogee of their riff-centric intent rendered concrete.
It’s certainly a big old guitar-driven racket, and it’s not without detail or humour, either. The first bars of the first song, ‘The Gums’, are kinda nicey-nicey, picked, melodic, a bit indie, a bit emo even, then all hell breaks loose with a thunderous slab of a riff and rabid vocals and I’ve no idea what the fuck they’re yelling about, but waaaauughh! It’s all good. Then there’s a rather Shellac-like mid-section where they persecute a single note for what feels like an eternity before going black metal in a blanket of fretwork and explosive percussion. It’s a lot to cram in to five minutes, but in keeping with the band’s name and general ethos, it’s chaotic and wildly unpredictable.
The punningly-titled ‘Prism Break’ melds driving repetition and the dingy riffery of early Melvins with something more fiery as they fire up all cylinders for a brutal sonic assault.
The three pieces with (quite self-explanatory) parenthetical titles are instrumental interludes where they lay down the guitars and explore very different territories. Consequently, after the meandering instrumental of [Horns Wailing], the sledgehammer sound of ‘Mountainesque 4’ his even harder by virtue of contrast. It’s six and a half minutes of unbridled raging racket, which hammers away relentlessly. The guitars are as dirty as they come and blur into the bass in a mess of overloading distortion, the barking vocals low in the mix… the midsection is, once again, a complete shift, venturing into almost neoprog territories, with swirling synths and pomp-filled bass runs. It borders on muso, but feels somewhat tongue-in-cheek – not quite parody prog, but the lilting, picked notes which play to the fade certainly mark a contrast. And then there’s the recent single, ‘Unsound Hero’, which tests the patience with the most protracted, strung-out intro, consisting initially of nothing but a crashing snare for the longest fifteen seconds imaginable, and then a clean guitar pulse enters the mix and… are they in time with one another? Something doesn’t seem quite right… Yes, of course it’s intentional. I’m momentarily reminded of The Melvins’ track ‘Mine is No Disgrace’ from The Crybaby, with JG Thirlwell – a sprawling eight-and-a-half minute behemoth that pushed the quite-loud dynamic thing to its absolute limit – because here, 30,000 Monkies drag that intro out, and out, teasing at when the levee will break and the riff will hit, exploring a melodic, proggy, Oceansize-like melodic drift… at two minutes and seven, there’s a pause. Silence. Nothing. Suspense. Two seconds is a long time when you’re teetering on the brink, when you’re hanging, waiting… But at two minutes and nine, BLAM! And that riff is low, grinding, and raw. The slow grinding notes ring long and resonate as they trudge into the domain of rib-crushing weight. Stripping it all away leaves the sound of a soul being torn apart and offers no solace – quite the opposite, in fact – before the devastating onslaught of the final minute.
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You might think these guys are fucking with you, and in a way, they probably are. The title track is nothing short of pure riffmania, nearly seven minutes of punishing, pulverising power that’s absolutely relentless, crushing, and again holding a single chord for what feels like an eternity in the final minute.
This is noise rock with the emphasis on the noise, the filthy overdrive and feedback cranked to the max, and any moments of respite are simply lulls and lures designed to amplify the impact of the most brutal, rib-cracking riffs when they land. The formula isn’t genius, or even new, but 30,000 Monkies know precisely how to utilise it for optimal impact. And ‘Swerver’ hits hard, alright.
The ringing layers of ambience which shape [Bells Ringing, Tale Melting] are a world apart from the rest of the album, and while the warping sounds which drag and drift aren’t entirely soothing, they’re on another plane from the fiery wall of guitars which dominate Super Rebound… until the final three minutes, when they pull out the most devastatingly crushing doom of the entire album. It feels like a trick, an ambush, and one we should have seen coming, because 30,000 Monkies just can’t help themselves. There has to be a bone-splintering, skull smashing riff at some point in every song. It’s just a question of when it lands.
Super Rebound is a work of genius, with 30,000 Monkies really delving into suspense and detail – but more than anything, it’s a riff-laden rager of an album.
Following the release of the new album from Brazilian duo DEAFKIDS, Cicatrizes Do Futuro (Scars of the Future), on Neurot Recordings earlier this year, they’re about to embark on a colossal tour of the EU and UK.
The nine-track album forges a path beyond the conventions and boundaries of static musical genres with early reviews calling it “utterly glorious” (Echoes and Dust), “tribalistic, guttural and utterly danceable” (NARC) and "on furious form as they blend glowering, glurping riffs and insanely danceable percussion" (Metal Hammer). In an Album Of The Week review The Quietus say, "Sonically, it’s both battlefield and zone of ecstatic, cathartic release" adding, “They remind us that these rhythmic patterns have evaded colonial regimentation through generations of diaspora… fir[es] forwards and back through music history while sounding like they’re mastering technology as well as breaking it.” The band declares, “This is probably our best material yet and we really hope you all enjoy it; play these songs loud and dance a lot!"
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A huge run of live shows throughout October and November have also been revealed today – dates and details below.
The band adds, "see you on the road. We want to play everywhere, and everyone is invited to come to our concerts. After 16 years, this is just the beginning, there’s much more to come. Much love from Brazil.” Tickets are available here via the Neurot website.
DEAFKIDS CICATRIZES DO FUTURO TOUR EU/UK AUTUMN 2026
10/02/2026 OUT.FEST – Barreiro, PT 10/03/2026 DINAAMO – Barroselas, PT 10/08/2026 Stapeltor – Duisburg, DE 10/09/2026 Soulcrusher Festival – Nijmegen, NL 10/12/2026 The Globe – Glossop, UK 10/13/2026 The Tin Music and Arts – Coventry, UK 10/15/2026 Coughtan’s Bar – Cork, IE 10/16/2026 Bello Bar – Dublin, IE 10/18/2026 Boom – Leeds, UK 10/19/2026 Strange Brew – Bristol, UK 10/20/2026 New Cross Inn – London, UK 10/21/2026 Klub9030 – Ghent, UK 10/23/2026 MS Stubnitz – Hamburg, DE 10/24/2026 Inkost – Malmo, SE 10/25/2026 Monument – Goteborg, SE 10/27/2026 Råhuset – Copenhagen, DK 10/28/2026 NeueZukunft – Berlin, DE 10/30/2026 Circolo Gagarin – Busto Arsizio, IT 10/31/2026 Rote Fabrik – Zurich, CH 11/01/2026 Cave12 – Geneva, CH 11/02/2026 La Poudriere – Belfort, FR w/ Eyehategod 11/03/2026 Schungfabrik – Luxembourg, LU w/ Eyehategod 11/04/2026 Glazart – Paris, FR w/ Eyehategod 11/05/2026 Magasin 4 – Brussels, BE 11/06/2026 Le Guess Who? – Utrecht, NL
Across nine songs, the Kill Devil Hills quartet balances post-hardcore urgency, shoegaze bliss, and guitar-driven catharsis. Recorded and produced by J. Robbins (War on Women, Mary Timony), Year of the Horse preserves the raw chemistry that defines the band while pushing their songwriting into sharper, more immediate territory.
‘Blind Smile’, the track described by Loud Women as “bright, melodic and eccentric” now has a music video. About the video, Dawn says, “The video is about someone stuck in a world of complacency. It’s her journey to break free and show color to the world around her. Much like the meaning of the song it’s about being your true self.”
“The blind man smile, the deaf laugh for all to hear, to be so brave, you can’t hear anyone.”
Red Lines, the new EP from international electro-industrial group Damage Control – centred around a core quartet of Bill Barsby, Richard Thacker and Alex Wise (all based in Australia), plus Markus App from Germany – and finds them in collaboration with the Canadian duo OHMelectronic.
“‘Red Lines’ is about psychological warfare, the endless cycle of human conflict and the hunger for power that lies in the hearts of men,” says Huxtable of the EP title track. “While the lyrics were inspired by the Russian invasion of Ukraine, the same themes haunt America and it’s global conflicts. As tyranny and the fog of war repeats itself through every age, so too does the hope that we learn from our mistakes.”
I only wish I had that same hope, could share that optimism: the trouble is, we never do seem to learn from our mistakes. One might have thought that we – as a species – would have learned from the outcomes of two worlds wars, the second of which involved genocide and nuclear annihilation. Yet somehow, we’re in a place where to suggest that there’s a genocide taking place in Gaza is controversial, and we have world leaders who are so unpredictable that in recent months, I’ve taken to checking news sites on my phone on waking at 5am to make sure the world hasn’t ended. But then, it’s not just world leaders who seem perilously close to the button – because despite myriad dystopian sci-fi works detailing how AI will destroy us, those who run the multi-billion dollar corporations developing it are more interested in next year’s profits than the future of humanity. I say humanity, but something has changed in recent years. A trigger has flipped. Where is the humanity?
Russia had seemingly been biding their time during the pandemic, and pounced on Ukraine the moment restrictions were lifted. But the whole world changed during the pandemic: people emerged from restrictions fired up and angry. The mask – and the gloves – were off. The evidence was plain to see: people were suddenly ok driving aggressively, yelling at random strangers in the street, and being openly racist. Politics turned a new shade of ugly, and while America leads the way there, the rest of the world isn’t far behind, and war is all around us and escalating by the week, to the point that much conflict around the globe goes unreported in Western media. Even the ongoing conflicts in Ukraine, Gaza, Iran, have seemingly faded into the background in much of the news media, giving the impression that it’s mundane and life goes on. What the actual fuck happened? Is this really where we are, who we are?
Before we arrive at ‘Red Lines’, the EP’s lead – and title- track, the percussion-driven ‘Manifesto’ pounds in, and thunders and pumps hard under a thick sonic haze. It’s a quintessential techno-electro / industrial cut, which reaches back to the late 80s and early 90s Wax Trax! catalogue for references.
The title track is tight and oppressive, quiet, queasy, dense, grinding bass with serrated edges, and thudding beats are welded together as the backdrop to minimal synths wavering cautiously. The vocal is understated, monotone, but breathy, while reeling off a list of horrors. By the end, the sensation is suffocation, and there is no room, and no air, to breathe. It’s not only Damage Control at their absolute best, but one of the most gripping tracks in the genre in a while. It’s the claustrophobic intensity that makes it.
‘Modernity’ is tense and dense, a pumping hard-edge disco groove, and a snarling response to the to the dark and difficult word in which we find ourselves. It marks a fitting close to a powerful document of these difficult and alienating times.
Adelaide sludge merchants Sundowner are back, and things haven’t gotten any prettier.
Three years after Lysergic Ritual dragged listeners through a feedback-soaked wasteland of nihilism and decay, the Australian quartet have announced their third full-length, Cesspool, due out October 15 via Melbourne’s Disdain Records.
The band are offering the first taste of the album with ‘Intoxication Blues’, a filthy, swaggering slab of NOLA-inspired sludge accompanied by a brand-new visualizer.
Built around poisoned blues riffs, suffocating grooves, walls of feedback and a thick layer of distortion, ‘Intoxication Blues’ provides an appropriately nasty introduction to an album designed to soundtrack a world going up in flames.
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Cesspool sees Sundowner take the caustic, slow-burning sludge that has defined them since their 2021 debut Guns, Knives and Tyre Irons and push it into even more punishing territory across ten new tracks.
The band explain: “Cesspool continues on with our brand of sludge, further melding influences from the classic ’90s pioneers of the genre through our own lens out of Adelaide, South Australia.”
For Sundowner, that lineage has always been clear. The poisoned blues of Eyehategod, the ugliness of Iron Monkey and Buzzov-en, and the smoke-filled grooves of Weedeater remain embedded in their DNA. But Cesspool isn’t interested in simply recreating the past. Instead, those influences are fed through Sundowner’s own distinctly Australian strain of hostility.
The album also sees Sundowner reunite with the production team behind Lysergic Ritual. After handling virtually everything themselves during the band’s early years, Sundowner brought Jason Fuller of Goatsound Studios into the fold to mix their second album, with Dav Byrne of Iridium Audio handling mastering.
“We went with the same production team as our last album, but pushed everything further for a more punishing and abrasive sound,” says the band.
Across its ten tracks, Cesspool doubles down on everything Sundowner do best: filthy blues, crushing grooves, abrasive riffs and pure sludge-soaked hostility. It’s heavier, nastier and more punishing, without straying from the band’s uncompromising roots.
