Abacus comes through again with genre-bending metalcore. The drummer kills. Breakdowns, blastbeats, duelling Swedish melodic leads all over the place, death roar, hardcore bark, screamy howl, huge production.
Wicked strong ’80s rock vibe and big choruses, shitty bar rock guitar rock sound, and a sexy singer who cooes and lets her voice catch every other word.
Delicate interludes, dueling twin leads, dense production, snakespit vocalist with some bass to the hiss, and some Gothic female vocals thrown in, cuz why not?
Boston punk that sounds awesome, thanks to Jim Seigal. There’s some ska, some hard-charging punk, more “hard luck” rock, and above-average street punk.
Trendy jerky indie pop with new wave beats and studied poses. From Sweden, in love with The Rapture and other over-rated crap. This genre can fuck off any time.
A guy who sounds like Glenn Danzig croons to non-metal wall of guitar rock, therefore indie rock. Not indie as in noddling math rock, but indie as is not metal.