When they recorded On the Front Line, they also recorded the lyrics in Spanish. Fast and furious street punk where ya can’t understand a damn word anyway.
Indie pop with light electronics and keyboards (used as a spice, not as gravy slathered over everything). This guy can sing, move you, and make your feet tap.
20 years of “lumbering abstraction” and “freeform, bass-heavy, feedback-driven improv noise rock.” This stuff can be glorious, or like leaving the vacuum on.
Sacramento fashion metal, with heartfelt vocals and groove guitar, eyeliner, and dyed black hair. Earache doesn’t promote, so you’ll never have to hear this.
Sounds worldly, lots of cultural textures, and beats that move, but don’t (usually) skitter or try to impress. This should be listened to from end to end.
Between the Buried and Me are passable metalcore, with glimmers of interesting. This is an experimental electro side project of the singer. It’s horrid.