Occult Vibe Haven (OVH)
Nothing polite here. Nothing neat. HolyRoller don’t bother with tidy riffs or clean choruses – they deal in dirt, fuzz, and the kind of riffs that crawl under your skin and stay there. Rat King hits like a fuse lit in a basement; you don’t just listen, you get shoved into it. The record thrums […]
There’s something about hearing a band record straight from their rehearsal space that either exposes the cracks or lights the fuse. Atom Juice chose the fuse. You can hear the four walls breathing in the room – that wood-panel warmth, the hiss of amps pushed past polite conversation, cymbals that bloom out into the ether […]
There’s a certain smell you get when a band decides they’re done sanding down the edges — it’s like the air in a garage after three nights of amps running hot and beer sweating on the floor. Metamorph has that smell all over it. WITCHRIDER’s latest isn’t here to charm you with the kind of […]
Let’s be clear from the jump: Metanoia doesn’t ask for your attention – it drags you under by the collar of your patched-up denim vest and doesn’t let go until it’s rattled your teeth and rearranged something in your chest cavity. This is a record born from smoke and reverb, but sharpened by lived experience […]
Nothing cute here. No sheen. No angle. Just dense, scorched rock carved out by a band that clearly doesn’t give a shit about trends, tags, or keeping it neat. Toil & Trouble is exactly what it sounds like – clawing through sludge, staring down silence, pushing forward even when it’s easier to stop. WARCHIEF, out […]
It’s not easy to return after seven years without sounding either out of breath or like you’re chasing ghosts. But Electric Citizen doesn’t trip over nostalgia or buckle under expectation – EC4 hits like a stoned cobra coiled under a velvet curtain. This is not a record that reintroduces the band with a polite handshake. […]
There’s something deeply satisfying when a record rolls in and just refuses to sit neatly on your shelf. SHEEV’s Ate’s Alchemist is that kind of beast – the kind that claws at you in your sleep and smells faintly of burnt incense, crushed amps, and regret. You try to file it under stoner, prog, or […]
Before the amps got louder, before the riffs found their stride across Europe and the U.S., DOMKRAFT’s first strike was this raw, pulsing slab of doom-psych minimalism – self-titled, self-released, and self-contained like some sonic distress beacon drifting out of Stockholm’s concrete sprawl. That was 2015. Just four tracks, pressed in a tiny run, gone […]
By now, Rainbow Bridge isn’t trying to prove anything. If you’ve been following their trail since the mid-2000s, you know exactly where their blood runs: through Hendrix, through the howl of blown-out ’60s stacks, through the heavy, trance-wrung repetition of modern stoner psych. What Soundtrack of a Silent Land offers isn’t a reinvention, and thank […]
This one ain’t clean. Don’t expect it to be. I Like It sounds like the floor of a rehearsal room – beer-soaked carpet, wires tangled around old boots, tube amps humming like pissed-off hornets. Sardinia’s Fuzzriders don’t do subtle, and thank whatever’s left of your hearing for that. Stoner rock, fuzz rock, whatever – you […]