Descending from the dark tower like a swarm of bats in the vacant and most horrifying night, Portland’s Vueltas shriek with all the vampyric fury of searing witches. Enchanting their cauldron with spells against the war machine of capitalism, they bring a familiar soundscape reminiscent of the early days of
I always wanted to write this: Fuck Post-Rock. After rock, there’s nothing worth listening to. It’s either rock or it isn’t. And Post-rock is rock, even if it doesn’t follow the same rules. At least when it began, because now, there’s a post-rock band under every other rock (pun intended).
The world as we know it would be a different place had Metallica just stopped after Kill ‘Em All. Sadly, that’s not what happened and while we can debate the merit or consequence of this for days, it may just be best to turn our attention to something new. That being said, rock
During the early ‘10s, a strange act from Texas using the moniker The Great Tyrant appeared. Through their unconventional line-up, which included synths, drums, bass and vocals, The Great Tyrant projected a vision of extreme experimental music through doom laden riffs, psychedelic interludes and a blackened demeanor. Unfortunately the band
Imagine you’re at a flea market or in a library. You target some juicy old book, open it and…find out it’s filled with personal notes and doodles on the pages’ margins. Ever happened in real life? If you’re one of those people who value books as a sacred objects and