The Exploding Hearts were a short-lived and very young four-piece power pop/punk band from Portland, OR that crafted little pop ditties with a punk rock edge.
Play can be enjoyed by anyone between one and 101. It isn’t aimed to placate children “just for the time being”: It’s meant to stay with you as you grow up.
Three cuts of improvised acid rock trio zonerism. It’s pretty much based on the fertile ’67-’72 best remembered from Hendrix’s “The Star Spangled Banner.”
From the ashes of Fault and Ookla The Mok, coming out on Guy Kozowyk’s (The Red Chord) label. This label has been consistently dropping some really good stuff.
Beijing’s Lonely China Day’s first full-length, a continuation of the intertwining of glitch electronica, indie rock, and Chinese poetry explored on their EP.
One weekend a year, punk/indie/hardcore bands descend upon Gainesville, FL and turn the place into one giant party. Fuck CMJ & SXSW, this is how it ‘s done.
A buncha people (all Brits) familiar with the band talk about why they think Morning Glory is their best. I’m not arguing, it’s the only one I’ve kept.
From Indonesia, are experimental, conceptual, extreme, ambient, haunting, jazz-fusion prog, and other “the mainstream will never get this” descriptions.
Dark, violent, sensual, chilling: Everything a good aggro/rock/industrial/metal album should be. From Chicago, where this stuff was born, lives, and breathes.
I love Metalocalypse as much as any metalhead, but the animated soap opera of a gloriously dumb-ass metal band doesn’t make the actual songs any better.
Some might whine that Juliette and The Licks is simply Stones strut with tits (they’re small, but they’re nice), their live show will leave you breathless.
They started out hardcore on Revelation, went death metal on Prosthetic, and are now a might roar-machine on Century Media. Some rubs my metal belly just right.