If Nick Drake was around, he’d probably be a Garrett Pierce fan. On Everybody Breaks, Pierce sings about weighty psychological issues amid acoustic guitar.
Industrial veterans Skinny Puppy deliver exactly the weird, wonderful sounds one expects on their 14th album. It’s all over the map, and all the better for it.
A more metallic ’10s update on early-’90s shoegaze, 40 Watt Sun sounds like the bastard three-way of Kevin Shields, Peter Murphy, and half of Seattle circa ’91.
This ain’t the same old Caithlin from Rainer Maria. Red Coats is highly polished electro music. Sill confessional, but without the soaring emotional slabs.
The band’s single-minded focus on creating an all-encompassing feeling of despair means they’ll use anything at their disposal in their lengthy compositions.
So many jaw-dropping riffs and solos are thown at you during the first half, the band takes an instrumental stretch break before the second half beatdown.