Author Nick Griffiths
It’s somewhat of a visual/aural oxymoron having Sheffield based three-piece Gozer’s debut album creep its way into my mind this morning. Looking out onto the gently browning grass in my garden, as the sun beats a steady tattoo of vitamin… Continue Reading →
There are times where reviewing certain bands constitutes more than just an item on a to do list, where it is less ephemeral than it may often be. There are some bands, that transcend our corporeal existence, and stick like… Continue Reading →
They may be a smidgeon of bias that often creeps in when an album that’s up before the beak, hails from our own fair island of green and pleasant land and whilst it would be appropriation on a humungous scale… Continue Reading →
These Baltimore Bruisers (metal journalist cliche klaxon alert) are one of those bands that you feel like you have seen and heard a million times. Having been around since 10BC, it is quite possible that you may have raked up… Continue Reading →
As well as heralding the renewed political manifesto/career of their incumbent political leader Macron, the French have also decided to birth something far more palatable unto the world in the form of the hideously named trio Cleaver. Now it is… Continue Reading →
Parisian four piece, the enigmatically named Anna Sage, seem to come in from the cold, having formed in 2012, released their debut EP in 2017 and then despite a smattering of support slots with such scene luminaries as 68 and… Continue Reading →
Nominative determinism is not only a bastard to spell (two spellchecks and counting), but when the name of the band you’re attempting to unpick and make sense of is called Skumstrike (they must be fans of the previously excellent but… Continue Reading →
This band have me all kind of messed up. Not messed up, in a hungover kind of way with a blinder behind the eyes, a plant pot full of sick and a stolen traffic light blinking at you like a… Continue Reading →
As the sun streams through the all-be-it, very dirty glass doors, that act as my portal to the outside world, all seems well with the world, despite the presence of a global pandemic, a despotic lunatic launching a war on… Continue Reading →
Before I begin, I must make my apologies. My usual sense of bonhomie seems to have abandoned ship this morning, as I slink off to the shed at the bottom of the garden and begin to try and make sense… Continue Reading →
There’s a lot to unpick here when dissecting this, the third album from Bunuel, a supergroup of sorts from the malcontent, the ostracised, the damaged, the put upon, the depressed, the outliers, the three percent, the curious, the avant-garde and… Continue Reading →
It’s often with a fair degree of trepidation that I approach a body of music that is prefaced within the preassembled PR guff as transcending several musical genres. It serves to do a few things I guess, firstly it seeks… Continue Reading →