Posts Tagged ‘EP Review’

The Pixel Rain – Glitching Sky

Posted: 2 October 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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2nd October 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Is Bandcamp Friday the new Record Store Day? Hardly. For a start, it’s the artists who get paid on Bandcamp Fridays, with 100% of royalties from sales going to said artists, rather quite literally everyone other than the major labels which hijacked Record Store Day some years ago getting fleeced. And there’s no queuing round the block from 7am to have a hope of bagging an overpriced reissue, only to find some bugger’s got in there first and whacked it on eBay at double the price before you even make it home again. But Bandcamp Fridays have become a bit of an overwhelming event: with so much new music being released on Bandcamp Fridays now – and you really can’t blame artists for choosing to release their latest material to coincide with these days – but the risk is that releases can get lost in the blizzard of emails and hype on social media.

The release of The Pixel Rain’s ‘Glitching Sky’ is one that shouldn’t pass without mention or be one of those which gets buried by the noise. It’s the final single to be released from their forthcoming debut album, A Sense of Danger, due at the end of the month, and provides the title track for a four-track EP which features the previous three singles.

The musical vehicle of London-based Áron Siegler, The Pixel Rain, who’s ‘Last’ grabbed me in June, fuse industrial rock, post punk, synth-pop, and electro. And since TPR’s inception in 2023, he’s been keeping pretty busy, with a steady stream of single and EP releases.

As we learn from the accompanying notes, ‘At the centre of the song is a character retreating from an unfulfilling reality into a virtual world where they can construct a more powerful version of themselves. For Siegler, however, the idea extends beyond any particular technology or online space, reflecting more broadly on the increasingly commonplace ways people seek distraction and escape from anxiety, disappointment and everyday life.’

Seigler says, ‘The idea came from thinking about someone whose real life isn’t giving them very much, so they retreat into a virtual world where they can be whoever they want to be. There’s something quite sad about that, but also something a little ridiculous, so I wanted the story to have both sides to it.’

On the one hand, I agree: the fact we see new stories every day about people with AI girlfriends or boyfriends, or who say their AI companion is their best friend, or who use an AI therapist isn’t just ridiculous, but also plain weird, and speaks volumes about the world we live in right now. People crave human contact, but, unable to handle it, and / or unable make connections, retreat into virtual worlds. On the other hand, I was hanging out in chatrooms around the turn of the millennium when it truly felt like a new world. I – without any intent – met my future wife in a chatroom, before dating sites had even been conceived, and, later, MySpace would prove to be one of the most liberating and escapist alternative worlds, where you truly could be another you, and the connections I made there, through shared interests, led to some of the most incredible creative collaborations. But then the Internet got hijacked by capitalism and corporations and advertising and essentially turned to shit around 2010. Bastards.

Whereas ‘Last’ put the guitars up in the mix, ‘Glitching Sky’ sits in the bracket of upbeat electronica, and while the lyrics are ambivalent, framing as they do both sides of the story, the vibe is more euphoric dance. It’s somewhat unexpected, but is well done, and sits nicely in the context of the EP as a whole, with the downtempo ‘A Sense of Danger’ bringing a starker, more coldwave aspect, with some soaring guitar detail creating a gripping dynamic with the crisp electronic drum sound.

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‘Sacrifice’ sits between Depeche Mode and turn-of-the-millennium electrogoth, while the EP’s last track is, fittingly, ‘Last’. And it’s an anthem. Fact. One thing that’s clear from this EP is that The Pixel Rain appreciate the importance of the ordering of the songs on a release. Having the songs is priority number one, but the order in which they appear. I worry this is a dying art in the age of streaming and skipping after fifteen seconds, but it does matter for those of us who od still listen to EPs and albums properly. And Glitching Sky is an EP which deserves to be listened to properly.

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The Pixel Rain (Áron Siegler) by Evelina Klimova (Landscape 01) web

Photo by Evelina Klimova

Damage Control & OHMelectronic – Red Lines EP

Posted: 15 September 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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Metropolis Records – 11th September 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

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.

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Greg Bullock – 26EP

Posted: 11 September 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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7th August 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

What do Depeche Mode, Pink Floyd and Roger Waters, and The Cure have in common? No? A bit stumped? Well they’re all listed as touchstones for the new solo EP from Greg Bullock, who’s perhaps better known as co-founder and one half of Cyborg Amok, purveyors of goth-infused synth-rock – although he his solo career has always coexisted alongside. The band’s name seems particularly salient in context of the recent news of AI’s exponential self-advancements: what was essentially science fiction just a couple of years ago is now the reality of the world in which we live. And it’s the reality of the world in which 26EP is firmly routed, exploring, as he puts it ‘ideas we may not always find comfort in: persecution, contamination, ignorance, and mortality’.

It’s true: few find comfort in any of those topics, and while the romanticism of death is a fairly popular and eternal trope in art through the centuries, few find much by way of warmth when confronted with issues of mortality in immediate proximity. In fact, it’s strange how even the most philosophical – or nihilistic, or tough-seeming – individuals who are brazen about death wilt at the loss of friend and relatives and are suddenly moved to proclaim that someone in their sixties or seventies was ‘of no age’ and ‘taken too young’. In short, death in the abstract is fine, but the actuality is something we can’t even bear to contemplate. Meanwhile, persecution, contamination, and ignorance provide the daily fuel for fiery exchanges on social media and inflammatory reports in the news media. It seems that in recent years, we’ve come to thrive on these very things which tear us apart, as individuals, and as a society. I suppose it comes down to the separation of the keyboard to the life experience, the chasm which yawns between concept and corporality.

‘In Other Words’ starts with a bassline reminiscent of The Cure circa Faith, before plunging into a dark gothy post-punk space, somewhere underground and airless. ‘The deeper the trench / The higher the climb’, he croons in a reverb-soaked baritone, dry, crunched, but ringing clear. It’s a lyric based in logic rather than one which provides a revelatory insight, and yet… and yet, we seem to have become so mired in distractions and misinformation and futile infighting, that simple, basic truths have been cast by the wayside, and in this context, this plain observation carries unexpected weight, particularly as we continue to dig ourselves ever deeper, not only increasingly entrenched in polarised views, but also in embracing AI and practices which accelerate climate change. We’re digging our own graves, here. The trench is approaching the depth of very depths of the oceans. And still we dig.

The folksy ‘Thirty Pieces’ is sparse and dark, despite some lilting instrumentation. Bullock’s rasping vocal lands between Leonard Cohen and recent releases by James Ray, while ‘I Ain’t Goin!’ presents a hybrid of early post-punk and electropop, with a primitive production aesthetic reminiscent of the era, a basic drum machine with a whip-crack snare dominating the mix.

The riff on ‘Blu-Green Beauty’ leans on ‘You Really Got me’ by The Kinks, but filtered through Dr Mix and the Remix as Bullock rails against climate change and paints a bleak yet somehow encouraging picture in which there is still choice: ‘You can close the curtains / You can close your eyes / You can kill everything / You can kill, blu-green beauty.’ Do we still have a choice? If so, for how long?

26EP is pretty bleak, but still contains glimmers of optimism. Where I’m sitting, the future is dark, so I hope he’s right.

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Winter At Sea – Hearts

Posted: 28 August 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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A Cheery Wave Records – 28th August 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

As bands dissolve, and / or their members’ interests expand new bands emerge. A collaborative post-rock band featuring members of Flies Are Spies From Hell, Din Of Celestial Birds and Monsters Build Mean Robots, who also include Human Worth alumni A. L. Lacey among their ranks, Winter at Sea are one of those bands. And while those bands are many, some offer more than others. And among those are Winter At Sea, whose field is ‘staggering, earthy, post-rock that moves from ghostly ambient stretches through to dense thundering cacophonies’.

Hearts is an EP which contains just the one track, which plays for just shy of twenty-one minutes. That said, it is presented as a suite in five pieces, individually marked as ‘Glimpse Of The Horizon’, ‘Heart In Mouth’ ‘Gathering Dark’, ‘A Sleeping Mist’, and ‘Descent Into The Undertow’. What’s more, there is a moment where it tapers to near-silence around the mid-point, and as such, does feel like a work of two halves.

It begins with soft, airy synth notes which wander here and there, in a fashion very much reminiscent of the likes of Tangerine Dream, before gradually unfurling to expand the instrumental palette, with delicate guitar work, before finally breaking into a grand wash of sound some three minutes or so in. it’s here that they attain peak post-rock, and I find myself transported to what now feels like a golden age, a spell where Explosions in the Sky, Her Name is Calla, and I Like Trains were offering different shades of kaleidoscopic crescendo, some of which would last for what would feel like a blissful eternity.

Returning from the low ebb, it’s a delicate, graceful combination of subdued piano and yawning woodwind which sets the scene for the next surge… which abruptly halts, leaving a hanging suspense amidst chiming picked guitar notes. This segment feels like it should have more emotional resonance than it does, and perhaps I need to spend more time in its company in order to feel it rather than simply admire its musicality, the attention to detail. Or perhaps I’ve simply been overexposed to pleasant, atmospheric post-rock passages, and now it’s just something that washes over me. It’s nice, but it doesn’t grip me… but then the swell begins as the final couple of minutes or so approach, and while they resist the urge to really let fly, there is a clear climax to this ambitious work. The fact that it’s the second in a trilogy is worthy of note, too: as a standalone, it showcases texture and range, but it could well be quite the experience to hear all three EPs as a single, continuous work.

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Tiny Magnetic Pets – Astralux EP

Posted: 25 August 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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21st August 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

For their latest EP release, prolific Irish electronic / synthwave outfit Tiny Magnetic Pets give us a remix of ‘Lost My Guiding Light’, which first appeared on their second album, way back in 2017. It’s a reasonable amount of time to leave before revisiting a song, and as Sean Quinn (synths, guitar & vocals) explains, “When we play live we like to do different versions from the records. Last year, we were asked to play a dance music festival in Dublin, so we re-arranged the opening track from our second album Deluxe/Debris for an EDM audience, and it has now become the opening tune to our live shows,” going on to add “We re-recorded this new version in 2026 and we feel it is significantly different from the original to warrant its own release and slight re-title: ‘Lost My Guiding Light (Again)’ – a wee nod to Bowie’s John I’m Only Dancing (Again).”

It’s hard to argue that it’s substantially different from the original, not to mention the fact it’s two and a half minutes longer. The rippling, drifting ambient intro is extended out on this new version, and the beats – beefier, more driving – paired with a more prominent cyclical synth motif that owes much to late 90s dance – change the overall feel more than anything, and while the extended mid-section twinkles and shimmers, it doesn’t haver the same ethereal shimmer as the original. This is the trade, and a matter of preference, really: understated textural detail, or a more expansive, sturdier-sounding rendition.

It’s backed with not one, but two remixes of ‘Low Places’ courtesy of Dakeyne. The original was released just last year, as the lead track on the Harmonious Grey EP. A collision of dark disco and electropop, it boasts a thick, rumbling bass sand bops along nicely. Not so much the first of the Dakenye remixes, which sees a hard, industrial-strength beat dominate an extremely busy arrangement crammed with niggling repetitions. It’s clearly more club-orientated, but do such clubs even exist nowadays? Still, I’d take this over the Dakenye Acid Dub mix, which – being a dub – strips out most of the vocals and everything else in favour of the monotonous kick drum, wibbling bass, and occasional incidentals. Maybe Acid Dubs require actual acid rather than a couple of cans of West Coast IPA. Ultimately, this feels like something of a stop-gap release.

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The Sunken Land – sunstead

Posted: 8 August 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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19th July 2026

The Sunken Land – the musical vehicle for David Martin, York-based solo purveyor of ‘bedsit doomgaze’ – makes a fairly swift follow-up to The Woods at Dusk three-track EP, released in May, with a more expansive five tracker in the form of ‘sunstead’. There are no notes beyond the credits, meaning the music is left – or allowed – to speak for itself.

‘horizon fires’ makes for a strong start, and continues Martin’s assimilation of current and local geography events and events by way of inspiration. There have been countless wildfires around the UK in the last couple of months, many of which have failed to make national or even regional news. One can assume that this is largely on account that their number has made reporting impossible, meaning that only significant fires in national parks or those close to nuclear plants have warranted that level of coverage. But in and around York, there have been fires lit – intentionally – on an almost daily basis, in playparks and on local moorland, with one potentially endangering cattle and threatening to make its way toward a branch of Lidl to the south-west of the city. The entire country – and, indeed, most of mainland Europe, too – is a tinderbox, gripped by drought during one of – if not the –most prolonged hot / dry spells since records began. And people – mostly teens – are starting fires for fun. It’s a terrifying and bewildering state of affairs, and seeing smoke on the horizon is disconcerting. This first track layers soaring post-rock lead guitar lines over thick, distorted chords. At times – again – reminiscent of latter-day Earth, it’s a composition which explores tonal and textural contrasts, and builds tension as it does so.

‘tupla vs. egregore’ plunges straight into the heavy drone territory, the mesh of distortion and slow pace reminiscent to some extent of Sunn O))), but with strolling bass and some extended soloing that feel more as if it belongs in the domain of prog, it combines a host of disparate elements in quite unexpected ways – almost as unexpected as the abrupt ending. At just over fine minutes long, it’s by no means a short piece, but the impression is that it would have worked quite nicely extending over a full stretch of twenty minutes or so. The same is true of the six-minute title track, which swoops and soars and is all the while driven by a serrated drone of overdriven chords which hang for an eternity.

‘swedish death cleaning’ springs quite the surprise with a thudding riff that screams Mötörhead, which is in turn overlayed with the most flamboyant fretwork we’ve yet heard from The Sunken Land. It’s certainly the most raucous, and full-on rock piece in his catalogue, and unexpected as it is, it’s also well executed, and adheres to his principles of lo-fi recording and an absence of percussion, meaning it doesn’t feel entirely incongruous.

Across the EPs five cuts, sunstead demonstrates a marked expansion of The Sunken Land’s sound, and if the last of these, ‘noctilucence’ returns to more familiar territory, the overall feel of this set is one of greater confidence, and a determination to explore wider territory, and as such, marks the fulfilment of the promise of the works which preceded it. Given his rate of output – and evolution – the next six months could prove to be very interesting indeed.

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Amps Kill – Avulse EP

Posted: 25 July 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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23rd July 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

With Amps Kill’s Avulse EP, we’re in dark ambient territory here, with the emphasis on the dark, at least sonically. In terms of intent and narrative arc, it’s a little more nuanced in hue.

As the accompanying notes outline, ‘Without lyrics, Avulse guides the listener through a story. The track titles on the EP provide some context to the emotional inspiration behind the music… Avulse explores the idea of removing aspects of the self or of one’s life that are holding one back from growing and moving forward just as lizards, spiders, and insects need to shed their skin to grow. It’s a process that is often quite painful but always for the better. That pain is the core of Avulse’.

The EP’s title certainly makes sense in this context, the dictionary definition being ‘to pull or tear something away, especially a part of the body as a result of an accident or surgery’. And so it is that Amps Kill delivers something of a performative purging over the course of the EP’s five compositions.

As is the method when it comes to EP releases in recent years, the four of the five tracks on Avulse have been released individually as singles. I’m still not entirely clear on the wisdom of this approach to promotion: there’s building interest through advance singles, and then there’s emptying the tank. But then I spent a long time being accustomed to one or two singles in advance of an album’s release, and one or two more after to maintain its profile and to extend its trailing sales. Now, everything is up-front – a consequence surely being that anticipation for an EP is diminished because there’s less – if any – new material to look forward to. But I’m 50 and came to music in an era of physical releases and singles chart shows on the TV and radio, and I’m clearly get to grasp the benefits of the new way.

The first four tracks, all released as singles do, it has to be said, work better in succession than as standalone pieces. ‘Slough’, landing with a dense, hard, serrated-edged billow of noise that crashes in like a tidal wave, is heavy and oppressive. There are softer sounds beneath, but overall, it forges a thick, oppressive atmosphere, and ‘Chronophage’ plunges deeper. The title references the Corpus Clock, also known as the Grasshopper Clock, outside the library of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge, a clock with no hands or numerals and guarded by a metal grasshopper or locust. Amidst scrapes and hums of feedback, electronic insectoid skitterings create texture on the track, creating a scratchy, uncomfortable tension, and ‘Husk’ brings more heavy, sonorous drones and cracking distortion at the edges of dense surges of sound. It’s not entirely ambient, as there are thick, booming beats which land like detonations, and the atmosphere is tense, akin to the sound of low-flying planes and crashes and splashes like shattering metal rupture all about. It’s pretty intense, and comfortable it is not.

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‘Basilisk’ brings more of the same, in essence, but the thunderous beats are brought to the fore, amidst the flutter of flapping, like the sound of a thousand bats fleeing a bottomless cave. And so there is a clear sense of progression here: dark ambience transitions to throbbing industrial – in the more traditional sense, tracing a lineage to Throbbing Gristle, Coil.

Arriving at the last piece, the only one previously unreleased, there is a significant shift in tone. As Amps Kill intimates, “‘Des Pas Sur Les Cendres’ completes the idea of the group and ties all of them together. That track takes all of its musical thematic material from a piano work by Claude Debussy called ‘Des pas sur la neige’ and expands or explores it’. It sure as hell doesn’t sound like Debussy, but it very much does feel like a composition which brings the EP to a fitting close – altogether more subdued, softer, more delicate, it’s five and a half minutes of mellow ambience, albeit with a few serrated edges – which, while dark, hints at some vague sense of hope, and the sense that once the avulsion is complete, there is the potential to grow anew.

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Craic Killers – Who Said I Was…

Posted: 15 July 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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12th July 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Anyone who says politics should be kept out of music is talking bollocks. An integral part of musical history is the music of protest, and of music which speaks of the times. While not necessarily protest-based, many dark moments of history are captured within traditional folk songs – long before the 60s gave us a whole new model for folk music as a vehicle for protest. Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, and Cat Stevens are just the first few names which come to mind as artists who picked up an acoustic guitar and used it to voice their anti-war sentiments, and it’s a mantel that’s been carried by many since, perhaps most prominently by Billy Bragg.

The arrival of punk brought a different kind of dissenting voice – one that was angry, nihilistic, and wasn’t so much anti-war as anti-everything, seeking to smash the system and stick it to the man. It shat the establishment up for a while, too, because it was brash, menacing, and felt violent, dangerous. This was Thatcher’s Britain: unemployment was up, there were strikes galore and discontent was more than rife. Of course, the major labels saw pound signs and signed punk bands left right and centre and before long, many acts were defanged by the wheels of capitalism in motion. And so the true punks stuck to, or remained resolutely, DIY, and while punk’s undergone a host of mutations since 1977, it still has both the sound and the vibe – particularly in the DIY scene – that positively yells ‘anti-establishment’. And this is, essentially, Craic Killers in a nutshell. The London-based Irish duo take certain cues from Kneecap, who, while having drawn heat from ‘the establishment’ are widely lauded for being not only outspoken, but sticking to their (metaphorical) guns in the face of litigation and more.

Before we get to the music, it’s worth taking a moment to consider the question of what constitutes ‘the establishment’ these days. Farage will tell you he and Reform and seeking to unsettle the status quo, to challenge the establishment and that they represent the man in the street who is fed up with not being represented by politicians in parliament. Bankrolled by tax-evading millionaires and billionaires whose funds reside off shore and who seek to siphon off even more wealth for their own personal gain, this is patent bullshit, and making those men on the street angry because they’ve been tricked to believe it’s the fault of immigrants that they’re poor and local services are shit is a massive con. The establishment does not exist to serve the regular worker. The establishment’s ethos is built on the foundations of the worst of capitalism, and this is why the establishment – both here in the UK, and particularly across the pond – is so hell-bent on dismissing any ideology that’s even remotely left (by which I mean, they hate welfare of any kind, particularly free healthcare, because ultimately, they don’t believe the poor deserve to live), and why they’re so desperate to crush dissent. It’s not because they believe protesters are terrorists, but because they hate to be exposed, and also can’t stand to see their absolute power and total authority challenged. There is much wrong with all of this, and more.

And Craic Killers are calling it out. All of it. As they tell it, ‘The new work goes in on the Epstein elite, MAGA bootlickers and major government failures such as the PSNI & TFL. Who Said I Was… matches the first EP’s intensity and themes of world collapse with a more refined sound.

It’s hard to argue any of that, really. Released last October, Who TF is Craic Killers? was a full-throttle blast of super-lo fi electropunk fury. Part of its appeal was the lack of production, rendering it the very quintessence of DIY. Cleaning up the sound is by no means selling out, especially when Who Said I Was… still sounds like it was recorded in a 4-track app on a smart phone. They rip into Andrew Tate and the ‘manosphere’, blast ICE, and tackle issues closer to home: certainly, the PSNI (Police Service of Northern Ireland) and their actions aren’t widely reported further afield, but as the sole note which accompanied the single release simply stated ‘All Peelers Are Bastards (and pedos)’. Trust in police is at a low eight now, for so many reasons, and the recent appearance of ‘ACAB’ graffitied under the bridge which carries the A64 over the River Ouse near where I live (alongside ‘Fuck Nazis’) is telling of the mood, I feel.

With the exception of ‘GIMMIE’ (released as a single in June), none of the six songs run over three minutes – but all of them are delivered with a ragged, riotous energy. By which I mean these guys are absolutely fucking fearless, and relentless in their intensity. ‘TFL’ may be slower and lower, but it’s dingy and abrasive, the vocals somewhere between hardcore punky shouting and really aggro rapping, while the closer, ‘Public Relations’ is unexpectedly catchy, but still as scuzzy as fuck.

It’s worth spending some time and a few listens to pick out the lyrics, but Who Said I Was… hits like a back-and-forth slap round the chops from the very first bar and keeps it going to the end. This is precisely what punk is about: impact, going in hard, no compromise. They don’t come much more punk than Craic Killers.

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Picastro – Double On Time

Posted: 18 June 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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12th June 2026

Christopher Nosnibor

Picastro may not have the swiftest workrate – it’s been three years since their last release, the single ‘Earthseed’ / ‘Tacitus’ and four and a half since their EP of cover versions, I’ve Never Met a Stranger. But they’ve maintained a steady flow for the best part of three decades now, evolving through manifold permutations and carving time out for creative endeavours among the usual obstacles which face most adults, including, but no limited to, day-jobs and simply life itself.

At their (slow) core has always been Liz Hysen, vocalist, composer, and multi-instrumentalist, and this time around she’s joined by longstanding contributor Tim Condon (synth, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, harmonium, piano) and Alex Fournier (double bass). Together, they’ve created a set of songs which – recorded primarily in their homes – conjures a weirdy, warping, lo-fi ethereality. ‘Fell the Family Tree’, centred around a stuttering discordant piano loop, laced with tremulous strings, is stark and revels in the perversely awkward nature of the way in which the elements rub against one another. ‘Remember who you are my son,’ Hysen croons, her meandering vocal swerving around a melody rather than holding one, in a way that’s haunting, the way sing-song tunes sung off-key in thrillers and horror movies are employed as a way of alluding to emotional disturbance, or being psychologically unsettled. I’m not actually sure it happens so much in real life, but the effect is unnerving.

‘Chance Striker’ is droney and foggy, and drags a deep weight, low and slow, and in this context, the skipping lightness of ‘Ring Description’, which clocks in at exactly just two minutes sounds and feels like a different band entirely. With a soaring vocal delivery which has a certain jazziness to it, the pulsing keyboards almost lean into a kind of groove. To describe it as ‘fun’ might be a bit of a stretch, but these things are relative, and it happens to land bang in the middle of an EP that, while moving, emotionally powerful, and inventive, is by no means designed with entertainment in mind.

Pairing acoustic guitar with strings and extraneous clanking and noise, ‘Move Fast, Break’ is a mournful folk song at its heart – but it’s a challenging listen, and not only because all the elements appear to be battling against one another to play different tunes. Hysen sounds emotionally hollowed out, before dragging herself through the moody piano murk of ‘Believer End’ with a tense, breathy performance.

Nothing about Double On Time is comfortable or easy: it leaves you feeling somewhat stricken – somewhat lost for words, and short on breath. It may be superficially simple in its instrumental arrangements, but the extent to which Picastro explore dissonant tunings and atonality is affecting. It feels wrong. And it’s this wrongness which is very much its strength, in that is hauls the listener from whatever comfort zone they might be lounging in, and into a space that forces them to look directly at scenes they might find hard to process. In doing so, Picastro give us true art.

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Trauma Party – Because You’ve Been Good

Posted: 3 June 2026 in Reviews, Singles and EPs
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Christopher Nosnibor

17th April 2026

The population of Waiheke Island, just off the coast of the north island of New Zealand can’t have a huge population (just shy of 10,000, apparently), and renowned for its scenic beaches and subtropical climate, it’s not an obvious spawning ground for bands making sharp-edged post-punk. Surely this ‘slice of Heaven’ is a perfect oasis of contentment? What could anyone have to gripe about?

Of course, that’s not how it works. The human brain doesn’t work like that. Everything is fucked, people are people, and paradise is a myth. So here we are with the debut EP from Trauma Party, who describe themselves as purveyors of ‘post-punk desert lullabies and sonic anthems for the downtrodden.’

The last few years has seen post-punk become a real catch-all for anything that’s a bit guitary with a bit of edge but isn’t punk or indie (I’m not even going to start on the way the use of ‘indie’ has changed since the 80s or even 90s), but for me, there’s a quite specific period which sits tightly around ’79-’81 or thereabouts which saw bands exploring and experimenting in ways we hadn’t heard before. So much punk was simply pub rock played fast with the amps cranked up to nine and a half, and while it was a vital stage in the evolution of modern music, what emerged in its immediate wake was far more interesting – darker, weirder, and considerably more sophisticated, by and large. Not just musically, either, but conceptually, lyrically, things got more nuanced. Consider the leap from the sneering nihilism of pub-rock posers The Sex Pistols to the technical prowess and astute sociopolitical observations of Gang of Four, and the distinction becomes clear.

The title of this EP sounds as much like a veiled threat as a promise of a treat, although a treat it certainly is if you like your sounds discordant and difficult. As they pitch it, these are songs ‘Soaked in vats of noise and shaped on dive bar stages over the last 15 months. Culled, remodelled, and forged in the grit and sweat of the Dirt Track rehearsal space, this E.P. is a juicy little nugget for your collection.’ Three of the four songs have been released previously but they’ve been tweaked and remixed for this release, which has a commendable consistency.

‘Are We in Heaven’ arrives on a wave of choppy guitars with multi-layered vocals. it’s stuttering, jarring, awkward, claustrophobic, with heavy hints of early 80s The Fall with a bit of Wire and a dash of noise rock thrown into the mix. It makes you feel kinda tense, a bit paranoid, even. In terms of that post-punk experimentalism, that kind of boundary-pushing, that more nuanced level of articulation, it hits the spot.

Offering a different shade of heaven, the guitar melody of ‘Speak to Me’ carries echoes of The Cure’s ‘Just Like Heaven’ and pairs it with some choppiness that alludes to Gang of Four, and, again Wire, and at a mere two minutes and seventeen seconds, it’s concise and catchy and speaks of political unrest.

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‘Roll Up (It’s the New Truth)’ slams things home hard in driving waltz-time and kicks up a visceral energy to conclude the EP. It packs four songs into twelve minutes, and a lot happens in this brief time. Boom. Job done.

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