Ada Lea – when i paint my masterpiece

Saddle Creek

How does someone approach creating their magnum opus? The title of Ada Lea‘s third album when i paint my masterpiece might set the bar very high for the Montreal artist, not least off the back off two stellar records released in 2019 and 2021 respectively, though spend time within the album and it becomes clear it is not so much concerned with the final product as the process of creation itself. Because contrary to its name, when i paint is no lesson in artistic obsession. Rather it is an ode to the value of stepping back and allowing life the space to unfold. Because while Alexandra Levy did indeed take a big swing, writing over two hundreds songs before slowly distilling the list into the final sequence, her artistic practise was intentionally spacious, curious and open-ended. Levy lists “resting, extending my creative reach, going back to school, studying painting and poetry,” as key components to this mode of working. “Taking a step away from music as guided by industry expectations. Simplifying things. Getting a job, starting to teach. Engaging with the process rather than the product.” The trick to painting a masterpiece, it seems, is learning to put the brush down every once in a while. Being kind to yourself and opening your heart and eyes to the surrounding world.

Adeline Hotel – Watch The Sunflowers

Ruination Record Co.

Across a string of recent albums, Dan Knishkowy’s Adeline Hotel has welcomed listeners into the most complicated, intimate recesses of life, examining themes of love, loneliness, codependency and loss from every angle you might imagine. He’s zoomed in so close the familiar is rendered strange, pulled back so far we get a bird’s eye view from above, each record seeing the sound shapeshift into something different in order to capture a new perspective or subtle change in the circumstances. There’s been solo guitar, piano ballads, languid jazz and raucous rock, but after the austerity and uncertainty of 2024’s Whodunnit, latest full-length Watch The Sunflowers pivots towards the opposite pole of the spectrum with a kaleidoscopic style. “The album is a reaction to the threadbare arrangements of its predecessor,” as we wrote earlier in the year. “As though, having endured the aftermath of loss, the colour has come back into Knishkowy’s world.” This change might not represent a total epiphany, Knishkowy’s lyrics are as questioning as ever, but rather a newfound clarity in which entrenched beliefs dissipate and such searching begins to feel meaningful.

Anna Tivel – Animal Poem

Fluff and Gravy Records

“’It’s hard to know how to hold a creative life in a time that feels fraught with venomous division, careening technological advance, and an ever-widening chasm between the affluent and the dispossessed,’ says Anna Tivel, the songwriter who has won acclaim with albums like Blue World, Outsiders (plus its stripped back Live in a Living Room twin) and Living Thing. Such concerns have long troubled Tivel’s work, the latter record being was what we called ‘a decidedly existential response to a period of entrapment and encroaching death.’ It used the pandemic as a platform to explore human suffering more generally, though dwell on such ideas too long and the entire artistic endeavour can come to seem futile. ‘What good are poems when affordable housing is scarce,’ as she continues, ‘the climate teeters on a dangerous edge, and war breaks out over misinformation spread by profit hungry algorithms?’ Tivel’s latest full-length Animal Poem is not so much an answer to this question as one artist’s small contribution towards one. A small piece of the colossal, communal whole demanded of us. The imperative to celebrate life and warn of its fragility. To remind everyone of just what we stand to lose should the malevolent forces of this world be allowed to grow.” [Review]

The Antlers – Blight

Transgressive

“’Lately I’ve become more aware of the cost of convenience, how the choices I make as a consumer seem insignificant, but can add up to something disastrous.’ So explains Peter Silberman of The Antlers when speaking about the origins of the project’s seventh album Blight. The record, written over several years and mostly recorded at Silberman’s home studio in upstate New York, utilises The Antlers’ distinctive mix of raw emotion and almost otherworldly arrangements to cast the present moment in a new light. One able to take something familiar and apparently ordinary and reveal it as anything but, be that the calamitous consequences of our consumerist culture or else the oft-ignored beauty of the natural world which stands to be lost as a result. As Silberman concludes: ‘These songs were born out of an attempt to come to grips with my guilt’.” [Review]

Benjamin Shaw – Strange Feelings in Nervous Business / Publicly Funded Research into Lofty Enchantment / Immortal Jellyfish

Hand Drawn Hand

Unofficially dubbed the “Fumblinginthedark trilogy,” the three albums Benjamin Shaw released in the second half of the year were as much an exercise in musical therapy as they were creations for an audience. Shaw’s life took a turn for the difficult, and he took refuge in a creative world of his own making, using (mostly) just guitar, synth and some pedals to establish its borders and depths. “In an attempt to try and escape my flailing brain I wanted to find a way of playing and improvising in a live way,” Shaw explains. “After a bit of experimentation and a few trips to Facebook marketplace, I eventually stumbled on a nice way of live-looping and building things in real time.” Luckily for us, Shaw does not close the door behind himself. The trilogy, best experienced as a whole, offers a life line to anyone in need of time out of the harsh realities of the day to day.

Carson McHone – Pentimento

Merge Records

Pentimento is a term from art history that refers to the traces of an earlier painting that show through layers of paint on a canvas. A thought or sketch or discarded draft, even a different painting entirely, that nevertheless informs the final work, if only in its absence. The concept is central to Carson McHone’s latest album, which itself is built from (and literally on top of) a vast catalogue of inspirations, from literature and field recordings to diary entries, watercolour paintings and lines of poetry scribbled on postcards. The result is a folk rock record rich in detail but with a loose artistic flair. Barrelling rockers sit next to beautifully simple pastoral folk, interspersed with snippets of poetry and snatches of other recordings, lost conversations, forgotten songs, fragments that drift in and are suddenly gone. Set against what McHone describes as a “backdrop of global crisis,” this mosaic manages to ponder questions otherwise too big to broach, its apparently dissonant style giving some voice to the unsayable and ultimately exploring how love and beauty can persist in a world in such a dire state.

Craig Finn – Always Been

Thirty Tigers

The theme of redemption has long run through the work of Craig Finn, most notably the resurrection arc of Holly on The Holy Steady‘s seminal Separation Sunday, but also across his solo catalogue, as with the evocation of the story of Ulysses S. Grant on 2019’s I Need a New War. Finn’s characters are often on the margins, existing in the aftermath of lives lived too fast or too hard, searching for salvation in any way it might avail itself, even if it’s just leaving enough of a story behind that people will remember your name. The protagonist of Finn’s sixth solo full-length Always Been is no different, a man with no faith who nevertheless joined the clergy, seeking the security and gravitas afforded to the role (“Cause when I was a child, I used to fixate on the chaplain,” he sings on opener ‘Bethany’, “The way he brought the widows all to tears / And that looked like a decent way to make a little living here / Gave myself to God for a few years”). Only our would-be priest quickly falls from grace and into the arms of any number of vices, and Always Been charts the slow arc towards his own redemption. With this clear focus and a polished LA aesthetic, the record could be one of Finn’s most narrative to date, though various tracks drift from the central character to illuminate other corners of his world. And it’s a testament to Finn’s writing that these songs are some of the highlights. Recalling the likes of Zevon or Browne, ‘Crumbs’ is golden and gathers momentum, while the quasi-bonus track ‘Shamrock’ is a stripped-back slice of traditional folk, though both capture pictures of people driven to desperation by the ratcheting pressure of life, yet always reaching into the future, ever hopeful of that one break which might erase the past and elevate them above the present. The moment they’ve always been waiting for in which they might be saved.

Dao Strom – Tender Revolutions

Antiquated Future Records / Beacon Sound

“Born in Vietnam and now based in Portland, Oregon, Dao Strom is an artist interested in overlap, convergence and symbiosis. Someone, as per their bio, ‘who works with three ‘voices’—written, sung, visual—to explore hybridity and the intersection of personal and collective histories.’ The result is the perfect marriage of style and substance. Music, poetry, writing and various amalgams of all three cross-pollinated by collaboration and linked across time and geography, giving voice to those who might otherwise be silenced and breaking down established boundaries. Drawing on the sensibilities of ambient, folk, post-rock, spoken word and sound collage, Strom’s latest full-length Tender Revolutions is the embodiment of this style. A joint release between Antiquated Future Records and Beacon Sound, the album comes complete with an accompanying book, released via The 3rd Thing press, to support and expand upon its themes. ‘These songs are, for me, inward and outward (ex)tendings across boundaries of self, diaspora, modalities of voice, across fractures and refractions,’ as Strom explains. ‘They are attempts at honoring small points and lines of connectivity I’ve been entangling in, for over a decade now, namely through creative collaborations and friendships with other Vietnamese women writers and artists’.” [Review]

Daughter of Swords – Alex

Psychic Hotline

“In some ways Alex is the perfect spring record. There are quiet moments of green shoots and bursting buds, and others of sudden, somewhat shocking, metamorphosis. The brash pop moments must be how a butterfly feels after emerging from its chrysalis, suddenly brighter, bolder, realising it has these beautiful wings and deciding to flap them. Messy in the best way possible. [Daughter of Swords‘] Alex Sauser-Monnig takes on the overwhelming, confusingly contradictive nature of contemporary life by mimicking it in music. If their career thus far has been defined by the restraint and minimalism of voice and (sometimes) guitar, Alex is something of its inverse, throwing everything into the pot and stirring gleefully. There’s danceable electronic pop and rumbling indie rock, easy melodies and tangles of synthetic textures… Left-field pop structures and inventive electronics create something equal parts catchy and deep. Plus, its moments of political awareness mean the introspective moments of self-reflection feel less like selfish solipsism and more a blueprint for liberation. A less-than-gentle nudge to defy convention and have the courage to live life as oneself in a world that feels increasingly allergic to outliers and eccentrics.” [Review]

Dean Johnson – I Hope We Can Still Be Friends

Saddle Creek

“Well, I’m feelin’ so much better now,” sings Dean Johnson in a moment that encapsulates his sophomore record I Hope We Can Still Be Friends. It’s the beginning of a song, his emotionally piercing throwback vocal style ringing out unadorned like a breath of fresh air, and it’s easy to imagine the bustling barroom fall to silence as people turn to listen. But, typically for the Seattle-based songwriter, the initial relief is something of an emotional sleight of hand. “Since I had my mind erased,” he continues as the true scenario reveals itself, “If I passed you on the street, I would not recognize your face.” What at first seemed like an instance of self-actualisation was actually just heartbreak wrapped up in a pretty melody and a joke about electroconvulsive therapy. It’s illustrative of a record that effortlessly marries sardonic humour and sincere vulnerability, icy bitterness and easygoing charm. Johnson croons like a long-lost Everly brother as he delivers tragicomic missives on our weird world and the sad and absurd characters that populate it, at times approaching broad social commentary and others bitingly personal. It’s Johnson with his complexities and foibles on full display, prickly and sensitive, hopelessly romantic and unapologetically cynical, often within a single song.

Devin Shaffer – Patience

American Dreams

“As Patience is the first album on which Devin Shaffer is joined by a group of supporting musicians, you’d be forgiven for anticipating something even richer and more intricate than her previous work. But the reality is something different. Because rather than showing off an increasingly ornate, layered sound, the album pivots towards the opposite. A sound stripped back and intimate, swapping out its textures in favour of increased precision, the instrumentalists coming together in a collective effort towards clarity. This turn towards lucidity speaks to the themes of Patience too. If previous album In My Dreams I’m There represented an arc of sorts, Shaffer moving from confusion and hesitancy towards a sense of acceptance, then the new record instead interrogates just what it requires to achieve lasting peace. That is, to reject the idea of a neat arc entirely, resist the temptation to believe one achievement or epiphany will solve your life for good. The songs of her debut sound like Shaffer battling against the noise of the world in search of an answer, but in dropping this ambient backdrop, Patience ceases the fight. Submits to the messiness of our interiors and indeed the wider world.” [Review]

Dylan Henner – Star Dream FM

Phantom Limb

“‘Late one evening, I was listening to the radio alone at home. I couldn’t find the station I wanted, so I shifted the dial around for a while. Between frequencies, fading in and out of fidelity, I found a station I’d never heard before. To my amazement, the station was broadcasting my own memories. Memories from when I was seventeen.’ So explains Dylan Henner of Star Dream FM, the enigmatic producer using this idea as the basis for a collection of songs which explores both the tactile experience of adolescence and the nostalgia of times now past. ‘The result feels personal,’ we wrote in our review, though there’s the undercurrent of something different. The sense Henner is not so much tapping into his own memories but a kind of collective yearning. One developed not through individual experience but the culture itself. The cinematic version of youth delivered to us so steadily we come to mourn it as our own.” [Review]

Ear – The Most Dear and The Future

Self-released

The project of Yaelle Avtan and Jonah Paz, ear make glitchy collages of indie pop and electronic music that draw on the duo’s background in “experimental electronic hardcore” and twee folk. Following some near-viral success on streaming services, debut album The Most Dear and the Future presents their unique and oddly compelling style to the world proper. Each of the eight songs are short and sweet, slipping effortlessly from gentle, near-whispered pop to headphone-shaking electronica in the blink of an eye. It all feels very now. Like indie pop for the age of short form video, kind of wild and hyperactive but also sad and lonely in a way that’s best described as nostalgia for something that has never existed. Imagine a dark room lit only by the harsh blue light of a screen, the world and everything in it whizzing by fried eyeballs in a blur of angst and emotion. It would fit on the soundtrack to the next Jane Schoenbrun film for sure.

Eliza Niemi – Progress Bakery

Vain Mina / Tin Angel Records

“To describe the music of Eliza Niemi as pop music feels like both an over- and understatement. On the one hand, these are deeply quirky and unique songs, built with an artist’s intuitive sense of composition and with little regard for conventional structures. But they are also undeniably infectious, packed with of melody and a sense of playfulness that feels baked into the record’s very bones. Which makes its sense of childlike curiosity (admittedly with more than a little added grown-up cynicism) feel genuine rather than cloying or twee. Niemi isn’t painting a pastel-hued cartoon of real life, but focussing on its gritty, peculiar details. And at the heart of it all are those questions, some funny and knowing, but others piercingly direct and vulnerable, evoking a very relatable sense of bewilderment at trying to find one’s place in this weird world. “Will it be what I wanted?” as she asks on ‘Pocky’. “Will it be how I pictured it?’ It’s a style full of wonder, though not often in the starry-eyed-awe-at-the-majesty-of-the-universe sense. Rather something more literal and commonplace, with Niemi often picking up thoughts and ideas and putting them down again, only to return eight songs later to wonder anew. ” [Review]

Ella Hanshaw – Ella Hanshaw’s Black Book

SPINSTER

Ella Hanshaw always dreamed of being a country star. Born in Procious, West Virginia in 1934, Hanshaw took up the guitar when she was twelve and hardly put it down for the rest of her days, writing hundreds of songs and touring across the state with her quartet, though never recording professionally or releasing anything in an official manner. Released five years after her death, Ella Hanshaw’s Black Book corrects the latter fact, Hanshaw’s granddaughter curating a collection of tracks recorded at home and church, not only celebrating and preserving the legacy of one of Appalachia’s most prolific songwriters, but allowing her devout message to continue to find new ears. “By the late 1970s, her music had become inseparable from her faith,” as the album notes describe. “She considered her work to be authored by God, who would ‘give’ her a song—both lyrics and melody—which she could write down and complete in fifteen minutes”. But ultimately, Ella Hanshaw’s Black Book is more than a document of one singular artist’s faith and vision. It is proof of the rich, lasting history of artists working in the margins, outside of the mainstream, and the ways in which music might allow a person to transcend the hand they are dealt in life. “By writing gospel music, performing in church, and viewing her artistic talent and inspiration as gifts from God, Ella framed her work in such a way that she could still claim artistic agency while avoiding individual attention that may have been perceived as self-indulgent and socially unacceptable,” as the album notes continue. “Resistant to the potential consequences of a professional music career as a woman and mother, Ella chose to keep her music a non-professional pursuit, shared with family, community, and God, which allowed her to uphold the duty she felt to all three.”

Erika Dohi – Myth of Tomorrow

Switch Hit Records / Figureight Records

“Described as ‘a sonic meditation on catastrophe, resilience, and rebirth,’ [Erika Dohi‘s Myth of Tomorrow] builds upon the eclectic style of predecessor I, Castorpollux to push Dohi’s sound in new directions, utilising a variety of sensibilities from dance, jazz, ambient and classical modes to create soundscapes as singular as they are striking. The record draws its title from the Taro Okamoto’s mural of the same name, and the title track draws the clearest line between the two artworks. A song concerned with the endless cycles of existence, not only asking what they demand of us but also how we might find peace and healing within the recurring patterns of life.” [Review]

Florry – Sounds Like…

Dear Life Records

“Positivity permeates [The Holey Bible],” we wrote of Florry‘s seminal album back in 2023, the release seeing Francie Medosch and co. embrace a country aesthetic but swerve the lonesome blues so common in the genre in favour of something more uplifting. “Through woozy waltzes, fuzzy Country-fried rockers and no small amount of narrative attention, Florry rise from an uncertain, bleak world like a Roman candle, as though the only way to live nowadays is to meet despair with an equal and opposite force.” With this style established, follow-up Sounds Like… fires on all cylinders from the off. The release of a band who have nailed down their identity and are now able to explore is vast, idiosyncratic terrain, jamming the pedal to the floor in order to cover as much ground as possible with good old fashioned rock and roll abandon. When Medosch cites The Jackass theme song as a big influence on the record, you sense the inspiration was less stylistic than spiritual. A calling to gather a group a pals together and whip up a storm, even if it means a little chaos and risk along the way.

Friendship – Caveman Wakes Up

Merge Records

“Reconnected trailer hitch / Rerouted drainage ditch / Resenting your fellow man / Shotgunning a Busch Light can.” So plays the average day for the protagonist of ‘All Over The World’ from Friendship‘s Caveman Wakes Up, a hard-working man going nowhere fast, his days locked into an apparently endless cycle of effort, small comforts and jaded acceptance. Yet true to spirit of the album, this apparent mundanity is layered with a plethora of different experiences, revealing the everyday to be more absurd than ordinary. Take how the simmering class consciousness which spikes the nine-to-five (“Got a job pulling weeds / On other people’s property / Shoring up liquidity / On other people’s property”) coexists with a near total capitulation to the boss’s desires (“Boss wants to know where you’re at […] Boss calls and you cave just like that”). Or how laying a lawn, surely the most banal, consumerist and unnatural thing on this manicured-green earth, leads to a chance encounter with the divine (“Dandelion seed caught your eye / Felt the beating heart of God / Laying down a roll of sod”). The song is just one example of a style running through Caveman Wakes Up, and arguably Friendship as a project more widely. A small world in which life is boring and surprising, shocking, magic and lonely all at once.

Frog – 1,000 Variations of the Same Song / The Count

Audio Antihero

“An album which runs the gamut between indie rock, alt country and smoky lounge cool, and packs the expected density and diversity of references from a Frog release, with Daniel Bateman nodding to My Chemical Romance, Gucci, Stillwell construction supplies, fatherhood, the 6 train and seemingly a million other things. But for all of these maximalist sensibilities, the record also lives up to its title by repeatedly orbiting the same ideas […] The effect is something like that of a phylogenetic tree, where the same amphibian DNA passes through generation after generation, morphing through all manner of phenotypes yet retaining that Frog spirit through them all. Just where this organism will evolve next is anyone’s guess, but we have a thousand possibilities to get through yet.” [Review]

Fust – Big Ugly

Dear Life Records

“[Fust‘s] Big Ugly functions as a detailed picture of such a [contemporary Southern] milieu, offering small glimpses into the lives of various characters which move across the frame. The artwork is a mural taken from the Big Ugly Community Centre [in West Virginia] that once served as a backdrop to a school play. Here it serves an identical purpose, albeit in a more abstract light. We meet people wandering as though dazed in the post-industrial present, pining for hard labour and good wages, struggling to find hours selling junk at the gas station. Or struggling with small home improvements as their houses slowly fall down around them. But also, most importantly, we see life continuing its rhythms, memories repeating, hopes emerging still. A picture of Appalachian or Southern life which does not yearn for escape or preach self-improvement, but loves and dreams instead. ‘They’ll have to haul me off,’ as the title track opens. ‘Off a down slope / in some front end loader / in a pine box / if they want me gone / if they want me lost / If they don’t want my lonesome here / they’ll have to haul me off.’ You are from where you are from, after all. A squalid home is home nonetheless, and the funny thing about fondness and pride is how they survive the most naked of truths. Fust aren’t interested in willful ignorance, rose-tinted reminiscence or giddy myth-making. The record wears its name for a reason. They want the big ugly whole.” [Review]

Greg Jamie – Across a Violet Pasture

Orindal Records

“‘I’d get away from that body / there’s nothing left we can do / and if I ever come back from the country / I’m going swimming with you.’ So sings Portland, Maine songwriter and painter Greg Jamie in the opening lines of ‘I’d Get Away’, the first track from his new album Across a Violet Pasture. The cryptic, almost contradictory verse is a fitting introduction for a full-length which exists at the intersection of things. The real and unreal, the physical and spiritual, the personal, the historical and the mythic. One which does not so much blur the boundary between such categories as embrace their duality, the real world punctuated with high strangeness and vice versa, the known and unknown superimposed. The result is undeniably weird yet intrinsically human, demonstrated by an opening verse where the image of floating away from the body is paired with the pleasure of floating within it. As though to exist is to both long for transcendence from corporeal reality and desire an unending experience of bodily sensation. We want to feel forever, yet wish for something more.” [Review]

Hannah Frances – Nested in Tangles

Fire Talk

“Released in 2024, Hannah Frances‘s album Keeper of the Shepherd represented an act of exhumation, digging through the remnants of the past to unearth those things which had long been lost. The process led to no small amount of dirt under the fingernails and demanded a fundamental vulnerability, something Frances happily endured in order to undertake this vital process […] Frances’s new album Nested in Tangles plays like the thicket of flora which sprouts from the ground broken by its predecessor. The life brought forth from turned-over earth. A diversity present not only in theme or tone but style itself […] A healthy and fulfilling life is never just one thing, a monoculture neat and constant and happy, but rather an ecosystem of moods, periods and personas. A place where our different selves coexist and even care for one another, and there’s space for every shade of shadow and light.” [Review]

herbal tea – Hear as the Mirror Echoes

Orindal Records

“The recording project of Bristol‘s Helena Walker, herbal tea takes the DIY intimacy of bedroom pop and expands outwards, building what might otherwise be humble demos into rich, nuanced soundscapes, as though the original basis of each track is merely a door through which entire new worlds lie in wait. The result is a sound rooted in the personal yet innately transcendent. An ethereal space not unlike a dream, stitched together from memories, desires and nostalgic longing yet impermanent by its very nature. A place, that is, removed from the physical demands on existence and thus the ideal vantage for self-reflection. One imbued with the weightlessness of flying or floating which offers the opportunity to examine the familiar without the everyday burden of the body.” [Review]

HLLLYH – URUBURU

Team Shi

“Anyone clued into the indie scene of the noughties will likely have encountered The Mae Shi, the outfit which delivered a blend of art rock, punk, pop and electronic sensibilities bundled up in a manic, madcap intensity, culminating with acclaimed Biblical full-length HLLLYH in 2008. The project has been through various stages of hiatus in intervening years, but now founding member Tim Byron has rounded up the original cast for a new album, URUBURU. Only when Jeff Byron, Ezra Buchla, Brad Breeck and Corey Fogel got together, the result felt less like the last chapter of the Mae Shi and more like a fresh beginning. Hence a new name—HLLLYH. Described as ‘an end-of-the-world story written on a mobius strip,’ URUBURU shows HLLLYH have hit the ground running, displaying no let up from the infectiously inventive sound that won the Mae Shi so many admirers. ‘Built from bright colors and loud sounds, it is a puzzle to be solved written in English, Morse code, and machine language,’ as the band write of the record. ‘It tells several interconnected stories of punk house party disasters, young monsters in love, space travel gone wrong, adventures in other dimensions, showdowns with malevolent forces, and the never ending quest for meaning.'” [Review]

Hour – Subminiature

Dear Life Records

Collected from recordings captured on a variety of devices across more than two years of touring, Hour‘s Subminiature is less an ordinary live album than a celebration of the entire project. Led by the apparently inexhaustible Michael Cormier-O’Leary, the Philadelphia-based ensemble has established itself as a dynamic, ever-shifting entity over recent years, albums like Anemone Red, Tiny Houses and Ease the Work practising an inventive, curious style of chamber folk never content to stay in one place. Thus the form of Subminiature could not be more fitting, the release positioning tracks from all previous albums alongside new material and seeing the band shift from number to number along with the settings and venues. All in all, Jacob Augustine, Jason Calhoun, Em Downing, Matt Fox, Peter Gill, Lucas Knapp, Evan McGonagill, Peter McLaughlin, Keith J. Nelson, Erika Nininger, Abi Reimold and Adelyn Strei all appear, with Cormier-O’Leary the only constant. But spend any time at all within this music and it becomes clear that, far from losing something with the perpetual change, such fluidity is itself the very essence of Hour.

Jahnah Camille – My sunny oath!

Winspear

Jahnah Camille “has a knack for combining emotion and self-awareness,” we wrote of 2024’s i tried to freeze light, but only remember a girl, as the EP reached across genres to create a nuanced tone “entirely committed to the feelings being explored but never lacking a wry wrinkle to add that extra layer of personality.” With help from producer Alex Farrar (Wednesday, Indigo De Souza, MJ Lenderman), Camille’s latest release My sunny oath! takes this style to new heights, tapping into a freshly thunderous sound to capture the tumultuous experience of young adulthood. Shoegaze, alt-rock and grunge influences assert themselves more prominently, and while the same sweet and sour approach of its predecessor allows for both heart and sardonic humour, there’s a notable new edge to the tracks. A kind of self-defensive toughness that gives the sense of a young woman passing into a hostile world and coming to realise what it takes to survive.

JJJJJerome Ellis – Vesper Sparrow

Shelter Press

“Through a combination of saxophone, organ, hammered dulcimer, electronics and vocals, Grenadian–Jamaican–American artist JJJJJerome Ellis creates atmospheric, often improvisatory soundscapes able to disrupt the normal flow of things. Having had a stutter since childhood (the stylising of ‘JJJJJerome’ is a reference to the fact they most frequently stutter their own name), Ellis sometimes found it difficult to express themselves verbally while growing up, though soon found an outlet after discovering the saxophone in seventh grade. The creative practice which developed from that point of origin does not exist in spite of the stutter but in fellowship with it, Ellis developing into a multi-instrumentalist interested in how both stuttering and music can suspend or expand time, working to utilise this fact to further the artistic and thematic potential of their work […] Vesper Sparrow uses this as a framework around which to build something even more ambitious. A space carved out of the hectic every day into which the listener is invited, Ellis using the album as a kind of intermission within ordinary time where we might consider histories both personal and communal, as well as those of the natural world, and thus come to honour and understand ourselves more faithfully. Blackness is central to the record, as is lineage and spirituality, and the result is something which upends the linearity of experience to invite us back into the present.” [Review]

Jouska – How Did I Wind Up Here?

Koke Plate

“While the previous Jouska record Suddenly My Mind Is Blank was crafted from a notably polished electro pop, How Did I Wind Up Here? record sees [Marit Othilie] Thorvik favour something more textured, wrapping raw emotion with a gauzy style. The result, as [single] ‘Pierced’ shows, owes a debt to both dream pop and trip hop. A sound full of contradiction, somehow managing to conjure a sparse night time atmosphere without sacrificing any weight, and managing to pair emotional immediacy with an ambiguously dreamy drift.” [Review]

Kitba – Hold The Edges

Ruination Record Co.

“Proof that art can offer a picture of identity more nuanced than simple labels,” we wrote of Kitba‘s self-titled album back in 2023. “A deeper understanding reached via an embrace of confusion. Identity as an ongoing thing.” New full-length Hold the Edges continues and deepens this exploration of identity, the Brooklyn-based harpist and songwriter calling on a number of friends and collaborators to offer a typically lush, detailed and intuitive sound which works through a particularly tumultuous period while refusing to be dragged down. The path to self-discovery is not a finite number of epiphanic steps but rather something convoluted and unending, Kitba seems to understand. Full knowledge is always just out of reach. But while this might be frustrating in the present, it can be freeing across time, allowing skins to be shed, renewal to manifest, life to be leavened by an ongoing sense of possibility. “Am I enough to carry me through?” asks closing track ‘Cards’, showing that doubt will always be close by, but step back and consider the record, and it becomes clear Hold The Edges has provided the answer already.

Kristin Daelyn – Beyond the Break

Orindal Records

“’I used to hurry everywhere, / and leaped over the running creeks. / There wasn’t / time enough for all the wonderful things / I could think of to do / in a single day. Patience / comes to the bones / before it take root in the heart / as another good idea.’ So wrote Mary Oliver in her poem ‘Patience’, the principle inspiration for the lead single of Kristin Daelyn‘s Beyond the Break. ‘Patience Comes to the Bones’ introduces a collection of songs which looks to carve a space of reflection and peace within the tumultuous present, approaching the dissatisfaction and suffering common to us all from a decidedly compassionate angle. Supported by guest appearances from Dan Knishkowy (Adeline Hotel), Danny Black (Good Old War, Gregory Alan Isakov) and Patrick Riley, Daelyn’s soulful vocals and intricate, intimate guitar welcome the audience into the space so that we too might re-examine our lives from new angles and come to appreciate the fellowship to be found in the universality of longing.” [Review]

Lael Neale – Altogether Stranger

Sub Pop

Written after bouncing between rural isolation and urban rush for several years, Lael Neale‘s Altogether Stranger lives up to its title in more ways than one. “On returning to Los Angeles I felt like an extraterrestrial landing on a dystopian planet,” she explains, “so I’m writing from the perspective of a being from another realm witnessing the peculiarities of humanity.” Thus the ‘stranger’ of the title functions as both a noun and a verb, Neale approaching LA from an oblique angle, an alien who sees the city’s banality as bizarre and its absurdities even weirder. Clocking in at a succinct thirty-two minutes, the record seems to promise more of the tight, electrical minimalism established across previous LPs Acquainted With Night and Star Eater’s Delight, though in reality holds some of Neale’s most adventurous work to date. Because scratch the sleek surface and you’ll find a dizzying concoction of moods and influences, the album a mirror of the odd, alluring city which serves as its setting, enemy and muse.

Last Quokka – Take The Fight To The Bastards

Self-released

Not every band would kick off their new record with the story of an anticapitalist mihirung (a now extinct Australian bird also known as the ‘demon duck’ or ‘thunder bird’) tearing through the oligarch class of Aussie society. But Last Quokka are not every band. Woolworths, Woodside and favourite enemy Gina Rinehart all get their comeuppance at the hand of this vengeful living fossil within the first three minutes of Take The Fight To The Bastards, setting the tone for a record as fun and furious as anything the Perth punks have put out to date. Across the subsequent ten tracks we get diatribes against the insidious rise of identikit watering holes (‘Save Our Pubs’), condemnations of the greedy and their exploitation (‘Cost of Living’, ‘Out for the Weekend’) and even an ode to the queen of SW6 Sam Kerr (‘Stupid White Bastard’). The newly expanded line-up push the sound further than ever and give Trent Rojahn’s acerbic vocals the backdrop they deserve. We might live in disheartening times but, with the fire of Last Quokka behind us, retaliation starts to feel possible once again. As Rojahn sings on call to arms ‘Murujuga (DBH)’:

Disrupt Burrup Hub
And industry expansion
Take the fight to the bastards
And paint the town yellow
Take the fight to Woodside
Take the fight to Rio Tinto
Take the fight to BHP
Take the fight to the police
Take the fight to the bastards

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson – Live Like The Sky

You’ve Changed Records

“Our minds are spread out all over this place / full of persistence and surrounded by grace, / their starving lies are crumbling all around / but we belong to this sacred ground.” This verse, taken from the opening track of Leanne Betasamosake Simpson‘s latest album Live Like The Sky, not only encapsulates the spirit of the record, but illuminates the heart which drives the Michi Saagiig Nishinaabeg writer, scholar and artist’s work more generally. Like her novel Noopiming and more recent genre-bending book Theory Of Water, Live Like the Sky is both an expression of struggle and celebration of history. It confronts the violence and genocide of the White Western project and reclaims the lands it tried to make its own, all while documenting the catastrophes the colonial powers have brought upon themselves and offering modes of survival and resistance. The result is a castigation (‘Disintegrations’), an elegy (‘Nizhooziibing’), a practical manual (’85 Dollars an Acre’), a prayer (‘Minode’e’). A reminder of the interconnection of all things, and the dire consequences to be faced by those greedy or foolish enough to believe they can rule on their own. “Courage sits and smiles, breaks open the overpass,” Betasamosake Simpson sings on ‘Murder of Crows’. “She sings a hymn for the cars at the pipeline mass / the winds pick up and the snow falls from the lake in the sky / she packs up and drives on to the next lie / she sings no god no boss no husband no state / she sings to me with a murder of crows.”

Leilani Patao – daisy

Audio Antihero

“Starting in 2021 at the tender age of seventeen, Brooklyn (via Los Angeles) based songwriter Leilani Patao put out a series of DIY self-releases, culminating in the acclaimed 2024 album But What If? which earned, among other things, a feature on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon. But despite this success, Patao grew disillusioned with the biz, not an unfamiliar story within a contemporary music scene which demands not only on hard work in an artistic sense but an even greater degree of effort (and luck) be spent on self-promotion, algorithmic appeasement and any number of equally soul-destroying things. Many criticize this system but few take concrete action against it, which makes Patao’s new EP daisy all the more notable. A release which promises to shun streaming services, playlists and social media in order to focus on what really matters, and thus an experiment to judge what exactly is possible within the conditions of the twenty-first century. As Patao asks: “Is it possible to share my music properly, pay everyone who was involved, get paid myself,’ Patao asks, ‘and not have to interact with the many systems in place that make me dread music?'” [Review]

Léna Bartels – The Brightest Silver Fish

Glamour Gowns

“‘Only the brightest silver fish / Shows when the light hits,’ sings Léna Bartels on the title track of her second full-length The Brightest Silver Fish, out now via Glamour Gowns. The image might be a small miracle, over in a moment, or else a figment of the imagination caught from the corner of an eye. That we never find out which is typical of a record that does not so much mask its meaning as refuse to settle on a single answer. One caught within a series of dualities, be it between autonomy and inaction, startling beauty and the punishingly mundane, and thus open to a variety of interpretations. Even when, peering into the water later on in the track, Bartels believes she sights the fish again, the result remains ambiguous. Does the small, glinting creature she sees swimming with its family represent the possibility of the things most desired: freedom, connection, agency? Or only reinforce the opposite reality, where such ideals can only exist at a remove from our lives in their own watery, alien world?” [Review]

Lia Kohl – Various Small Whistles and a Song

Dauw

“As the artistically-inclined might deduce from the title, [Lia Kohl‘s Various Small Whistles and a Song] takes inspiration from Ed Ruscha’s Various Small Fires and Milk, a book released in 1964 which featured fifteen photographs of fires and one of a glass of milk, Kohl matching not only the structure of Ruscha’s work (the album offers fifteen whistles and one song) but also its playfulness and deceptive depth. The result is an attempt to convey the subtle textures of life in a way that feels at once incidental and carefully curated, and one that ultimately adds up to something far greater than the sum of its parts. The humble whistle, it turns out, is the ideal medium around which to build such a mission.” [Review]

Lily Seabird – Trash Mountain

Lame-O Records

“This album is dedicated to Trash Mountain,” Lily Seabird describes in her liner notes to the record of the same name. “A real place where I lived while writing and recording this record.” That real place is a house for artists and other creative types built on top of an old landfill site in Burlington, Vermont, somewhere which offered both the reliable constancy of home, especially via the like-minded community where Seabird would return after long stretches on the road, and a place of constant flux. This juxtaposition marks the record, Seabird facing up to the regretful pasts and uncertain futures by embracing change as a perpetual truth, though also coming to realise the anchoring stability that can be found in connection and community. “I don’t have hope for the oppressive systems that abandon us, but I do have hope in people,” Seabird says, a line that sums up the record perfectly. “Sure, the world is really messed up, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make something beautiful out of the garbage.”

Lisa/Liza – Ocean Path

Orindal Records

“’Ocean Path is a look back at the first songs I made in my teens and early twenties, including some of my very first recordings,’ explains Liza Victoria of the latest Lisa/Liza EP. ‘For me, it is a letter from my younger self.’ But more than an exercise in nostalgia, the release becomes a meditation on memory and personal change. The ways in which we shift over time, the ways we stay the same, and how we are constantly settling into who we are. ‘I wanted to be a musician, I wanted to share my inner world with others. And now I see where that lead me and feel gratitude for the path set out before me,’ Victoria continues. “Each song holds time between it, at least a year between each, love and memory, and different worlds of view, threads between them’ […] What results is the sense of witnessing Lisa/Liza form in real time, this early [release] already offering that magic, almost contradictory blend of the past, present and future Victoria has since mastered, able to offer sanctuary from the world without ever sacrificing the hope intrinsic to the act of looking forward.” [Review]

Lisa O’Neill – The Wind Doesn’t Blow This Far Right

Rough Trade Records UK

“Some terrors are born out of nature / Some terrors are born overnight / Some terrors are born out of leaders / With their eye on a different prize.” So sings Lisa O’Neill on the title track of The Wind Doesn’t Blow This Far Right. Consisting of handful of covers, original songs and a James Stephens poem reimagined as song, the release is at once timeless and contemporary. An album which pairs a rendition of ‘The Bleak Midwinter’ with Dylan’s ‘All the Tired Horses’, and places an ode to union organiser and activist Mother Jones near a meditation on the current housing crisis. But it is the title track which stays longest in the memory. A searing indictment of the state of the world and the rapacity from which it was born. “Natural disasters devastate and turn our world upside down,” O’Neill explains, “but it is the man-made greed-motivated unnatural disasters put upon our beautiful planet and it’s people that inspired this song.” Such malevolent forces seem to be gathering at pace across the globe, and music like this has never been so timely.

Little Mazarn – Mustang Island

Dear Life Records

On their third LP, Little Mazarn branch out from their primitive folk roots into something more experimental. The core tenets of their style remain, namely Lindsey Verrill’s distinctive vocals and Jeff Johnston’s singing saw, but now there are drums, synths and what the liner notes describe as “a chorus of orchestral oddities.” It’s a new and fitting entry into the canon of Southern outsider art, joining the work of countless other musicians, artists and writers which, although disparate in style, are united by a shared spirit. The result is something sparse and sombre and sincere, evoking the both the wide-open spaces of the band’s home state and something altogether more intimate. Grief and loss are major themes, and the record functions both as a kind of emergency valve to liberate these big feelings and a reminder to hold on to them. “I built a gate for my grief to go freely,” Verrill sings on ‘The Gate’, in a line that captures the entire album, “I’m not meant to contain wild horses / I see them run and I feel their hot breath, alive. I can’t pen them in and I can’t let them go.”

Living Hour – Internal Drone Infinity

Keeled Scales

“Almost didn’t take a photo / But I’m happy that I did / Cause it melted all around me / When I crossed across the bridge.” So sings Living Hour‘s Samantha Sarty on ‘Things Will Remain’, the closing track of the Winnipeg outfit’s fourth album Internal Drone Infinity. Or rather, so sing Living Hour as a whole, the verse delivered with a communal conviction that underscores its importance to a record all about the small beauty and slow pain that constitutes the passage of time. Internal Drone Infinity is the perfect example of “what the band themselves have coined ‘yearn-core’,” as we wrote in our review, “[combining] slowcore, indie rock and dream pop into something shaded by the gauzy texture of memory,” though it hurdles the saccharine nostalgia which can sometimes haunt such music with a shapeshifting sound that isn’t afraid to push into heaviness or intensity. Because while the project is wistful by its very nature, there’s a harder truth inherent within it too. An awareness of entropy. The immutable fact of change. The knowledge everything we have will break down and fall away. Living Hour are here to preserve what they can while it is still possible, but also do something more. An attempt to evoke this wider cycle in all of its messy reality, and come to find meaning in its perpetual, inevitable turn.

Mal Devisa – Palimpsesa

Topshelf Records

We first wrote about Deja Carr’s Mal Devisa back in 2016 with breakout album Kiid A personal record which “plays like condensed version of life,” we wrote, “reaching high and falling low, crackling and bursting and simmering under the surface, at times exploding in urgent streams of consciousness as if the words and thoughts can no longer be held in […] It’s not jazz or gospel or indie rock. Kiid is everything. Kiid is whatever it wants to be.” We might be almost a decade down the line from that startling debut, but latest album Palimpsesa shows that Mal Devisa has only grown in the interim. Eschewing genre conventions to touch on everything hip-hop, jazz, folk and spoken-word poetry, this is an album which manages to surpass the fizzing energy of its predecessors. Verbose but also rhythmic, experimental but never ostentatious, Palimpsesa plays like creation of an artist at the height of their powers, but then again we thought that nine years ago, only for Carr to prove she could reach higher still.

Michael Beach – Big Black Plume

Goner Records / Poison City Records

“Did the sea come near / When you held the shell to your ear? / Did you hear the sound of the tide / Coming or going? // “Did you smell the scent of the brine / In your blood flowing / Or did you hear / The desperate lonesome wind blowing?” So asks California-born, Melbourne-based songwriter Michael Beach on ‘The Sea’, the opening track of his fifth full-length album Big Black Plume. The lines serve as a fitting introduction to a record grounded within our present moment, a reality in which any experience of wonder or joy we might find within the natural world is shadowed by an ubiquitous sense of mourning, and the true cost of humanity’s avaricious folly is coming to pass. But rather than succumb to despair, Big Black Plume pushes further through this cataclysm and emerges with something startling. “While there is an undeniable darkness [to Beach’s work], it is often sublime in nature, and certainly anything but nihilistic in its intentions,” we wrote of the album earlier in the year. “A fact made clear by new record Big Black Plume, which works with perhaps the only form of optimism left. ‘I was wrestling with the beauty and intensity of the natural world and coming to grips with the human destruction of it,’ as Beach explains. ‘I have an overwhelming sense that humans will come and go, and the world we depend on will outlast us.'” This is the soul of the record. One of both unfathomable loss and determined perseverance, where only a reconnection with nature and all of its systems might allow us to transcend the cursed fate we have carved for ourselves, or at least grant the solace of nature’s sure continuation after we are dead and gone. “There are countless ways for disaster,” as Beach sings in the closing title track. “The dreaming of the natural world will go on.”

Mourning [A] BLKstar – Flowers of the Living

Don Giovanni Records

“Released to coincide with the project’s decade anniversary, Mourning [A] BLKstar‘s Flowers of the Living sees the Cleveland-based Afrofuturist collective draw on every ounce of creativity and expertise gained across the years, resulting in a sound that’s intricately detailed yet confident enough to spread its wings and take its time. ‘Not only does space represent stillness, contentment, and mindfulness, it’s also the fulcrum of collectivism and free expression, and a key tenet of the Black ecstatic lineage,’ as the press release puts it. ‘Space has always been politicized, and to view it from a place of abundance rather than scarcity, even in a conceptual sense, is a rebuke of fascist oppressors and an affirmation of love and self-belief.’ MAB hold this sentiment as a mission statement, the album defiant in every sense, from its refusal to restrict itself to any single genre convention to its unbridled invention and confidence.” [Review]

The Noisy – The Secret Ingredient is Even More Meat

Audio Antihero

“A deluxe edition of the project’s debut album The Secret Ingredient is More Meat, [The Noisy‘s The Secret Ingredient is Even More Meat] casts a wide net for its inspiration, drawing on a whole range of cinematic and literary influences as well as the ideas which underpin and support the drag and queer communities. The result is inherently personal yet larger than any one life, lead Sara Mae Henke evoking the true dimensions of their interior with songs that can be televisually glitzy (‘Twos‘) or as intimate as a home movie (‘Grenadine‘), and moreover songs unafraid to delve into the most individual of subjects in order to locate more universal truths (as with ‘Nightshade‘ and its examination of difficult relationships). The superstitious ‘Ballerino’ and its Suspiria-inspired video by Ewan Hill collect all of these ideas together into under two minutes, celebrating all sides of an identity while working through memories and learning to love the past while focusing on what is to come.” [Review]

Okkung Lee – Just Like Any Other Day (어느날): Background Music For Your Mundane Activities

Shelter Press

“Just Like Any Other Day (어느날): Background Music For Your Mundane Activities by Okkyung Lee sees the South Korea-born, Berlin-based cellist and improviser reject the established tropes and signifiers of experimental music and thus magnify its creative potential. A style which, per the album notes, sits ‘at the juncture of ambient music, minimalism, and the baroque’ but is not beholden to established pattern or language, forcing both artist and audience to reckon with each composition on its own terms and nothing else. And yet, for all these ambitious intentions, the result is not some exercise in avant garde excess, be that ostentation or confrontation, but instead something tactful, modest and intuitive. The sonic equivalent of the title’s ‘any other day’, where apparent ordinariness is revealed to contain the multitudes of memory, longing and latent emotion which comprise each and every spin of the earth.” [Review]

Patrick Shiroishi – Forgetting is Violent

American Dreams

“It is fair to say multi-instrumentalist and composer Patrick Shiroishi is unafraid to broach big themes. Previous releases like Descension, Hidemi and I was too young to hear silence have all in one way or another revolved around the internment of Japanese-Americans, but new full-length Forgetting is Violence takes things even further. [The album] considers, amongst other things, racism in a wider sense. An attempt to wrestle with the phenomenon as both a historical fact and contemporary shame, and furthermore one which confronts the impossibility of living in this world without participating in its ongoing function. Acknowledging that if the desire to eradicate another is something allowed into the world, then no aspect of a culture can be said to exist above or beyond it. A truth more apparent now than ever as genocide is televised in real time.” [Review]

Pickle Darling – Bots

Father/Daughter Records

It might be tempting to view Bots as metamorphosis of the Pickle Darling project. In fact we did just that back in June, describing how New Zealand-based producer and multi-instrumentalist Lukas Mayo decided to channel Robyn, Cher and Ray of Light-era Madonna for single ‘Massive Everything’, dropping some of the playfulness and poetry of previous releases to instead “embrace the exhilaration of being wholly direct.” Subsequent single ‘Human Bean Instruction Manual’ complicated the picture, stretching the definition of direct with a sprawling seven minute slice of fuzz pop. “This new era of Pickle Darling does not jettison the idiosyncratic charm which has won the project so many fans,” as we wrote. “Nor does a commitment to forthright communication elide any sense of ambiguity. Indeed, this is a song all about such ambiguity, and how learning to embrace the doubt inherent within growing up in this strange present.” Spend any time with Bots and you’ll come to see it is less a revolution than the next chapter in a story Pickle Darling has been building from day one. An album willing to embrace contradiction—between old and new ideas, familiarity and foreignness, even the joy and frustration of making art—and in doing so go further than most to evoke the feeling of being alive in 2025.

Ruby Gill – Some Kind of Control

Self-released

“I had been grappling with what it meant to have all and no control over my time and body—all at once,” so explains Ruby Gill of her second album, Some Kind of Control. A record marked by what she describes as “cheekier, looser, gayer and even more raw” style, embodied by ‘Touch Me There’. “[A song] which examines the body in ways both intimate and political, embracing the queer experience both as a means of personal fulfilment and as a wider radical force,” we wrote in our review. “This duality is evoked by the interplay between Gill’s searching delivery and the communal backing chorus which sees the likes of Annie-Rose Maloney, Hannah McKittrick, Angie McMahon, Hannah Cameron, Jess Ellwood and Olivia Hally (of Oh Pep!) all lend their voices. The result is the sense of a call being answered. A single voice echoing back as a community.” [Review]

Sam Moss – Swimming

Self-released

“Stuck in the past / But somehow living / Out of my depth / But somehow swimming.” Four succinct lines from the title track of Sam Moss‘s Swimming capture the album’s essence, as the Virginia-based guitarist and songwriter embraces contradiction in more ways than one to create what might be his strongest release to date. The warm, ostensibly modest arrangements seem to deepen with each listen, not least thanks to the careful additions from a supporting cast of Isa Burke, Jake Xerxes Fussell, Sinclair Palmer, Molly Sarlé and Joe Westerlund. Moss’s lyrics and delivery follow a similar pattern, their gentle fondness belying the intensity beneath the surface. The result is something of a paradox, though one which feels entirely natural. A folk album that is humble in tone yet existential in nature, one drawn with a careful hand that nevertheless reaches for the full spectrum of emotions life inevitably brings. Dip a toe into Swimming and you will feel a pleasant warmth. Submerge yourself within it and something far more urgent will be revealed. “There’s no seasons left that matter / There’s no days, only hours,” as Moss sings on the closer. “And there’s so much to gaze at / In this world.”

SG Goodman – Planting by the Signs

Slough Water Records / Thirty Tigers

SG Goodman‘s Planting By The Signs takes its title and philosophy from the Foxfire books, a series first published in 1972 which aimed to pass on the collected wisdom and history of Appalachian life. The phases of the moon, this volume suggested, have a notable impact on our earthly endeavours, so anyone looking to undertake a task, be it planting a garden, weaning a baby or writing a folk rock album, would do well to align their efforts with the lunar cycle. Goodman’s record, easily one of the strongest released this year, seems to support the utility of this tradition, or at least the wider reconnection to the natural rhythms so often buried within our hectic, fatally human present. Written in a period of great loss, and helping to facilitate a process of reconciliation, Planting By The Signs is a highly personal album about the most universal of themes. Grief, love, God. The suffering of poverty and the dignity of those made to bear it. Not to mention that bond we share with the wider environment, a truth of life whether we like it or not, and the responsibilities of stewardship which result. There’s no small amount loaded into these songs, take the principle image of ‘Snapping Turtle’, where cruelty is met with a fury fit to match that of Christ in the temple, anger which only exists because of the compassion which burns underneath. This aching fondness for all life permeates all the tracks and culminates in the playful, crushing, transcendent closer, ‘Heaven Song’.

Shallowater – God’s Gonna Give You A Million Dollars

Self-released

If ever there was an album built to evoke a specific place, it is Shallowater‘s God’s Gonna Give You A Million Dollars. Following on from their acclaimed debut There Is A Well, the Houston outfit doubled down on their self-described ‘dirtgaze’ aesthetic to capture the sweeping landscape of West Texas. Six tracks of crushing weight and panoramic space where the stillness of distance is shot through with dust storms and squalls of violence. ‘Sadie’ is one of the highlights, a song loaded with images as stark and foreboding as the sound itself, its lights in tornadoes and dust covered angels speaking to the mythos of a record keyed into the sublime, though also offering a surprisingly tender meditation of grief that ties the personal into the elemental heft which surrounds it.

Snocaps – S/T

ANTI-

Way back when, before Katie and Allison Crutchfield won hearts via Waxahatchee and Swearin’ respectively, the Alabama twins played together in the beloved yet short-lived P.S. Eliot. In the wake of personal success, diehard fans have called for a reunion, though the Crutchfields are too wise to believe there’s any chance of going home. Snocaps is the alternative, a project with MJ Lenderman and Brad Cook which sees Katie and Allison reunited without forgetting the history in between, the pair taking turns to pen songs about all the obstacles on the road to the present moment, as well as the convictions which have kept the wheels turning all the same. “Give me shit while you can’t see straight,” goes the final verse of opener ‘Coast’. “I got the pedal on the floor / Or I’m slamming on the breaks / I could never just coast.” A simple reunion might have been the easy route to take, but since when has the easy path been true?

Soup Dreams – Hellbender

Candlepin Records

“Storm flooded the freeway / It thundered almost all day / Crying on the street in my hometown / Trapped in the car, the rain coming down.” This image, taken from a verse in opening track ‘Wonderdog’, captures something essential of Soup Dreams‘s Hellbender, the Philly outfit reaching across indie rock, emo and alt country to create a sound that’s nostalgic, emotive and intimate, yet nevertheless charged with a roiling energy. Comparisons will inevitably be drawn to contemporaries like Waxahatchee and Wednesday, with lead Emma Kazan’s lyrics falling somewhere between the unguarded confessions and sardonic bite of the two, though to reduce Hellbender to its influences is to underestimate what is one of the very best debuts of the year. One of heart, subtle humour and bite which captures the tenderness and desperation of solitude without losing the ever-thundering tumult of the world outside.

talons’ – in retreat

Self-released

“There’s a lot about the Covid era that I can’t get past,” says Mike Tolan (aka talons’) in the liner notes to latest album in retreat. “It changed me and largely not for the better.” The project has always been something of a raw wound, conjuring an air of desperate melancholy devoid of any romance or melodrama, but even so, this record feels different. Recorded live to tape at home with all the imperfections left in, this is a dispatch from a troubled mind during troubling times. Songs marked by the kind of quiet despair which descends at the dead at night, the anxiety of the contemporary moment matched only by the deadening suspicion things are only going to get worse. As Tolan concludes: “Things are not OK. The near future is bleak, but we’ve gotta dig in and grind it out for the kids.”

Tan Cologne – Unknown Beyond

Labrador Records

“The music of Taos, New Mexico duo of Lauren Green and Marissa Macias, otherwise known as Tan Cologne, has long probed at the intersection of the physical and ethereal, a style established on 2020’s Cave Vaults on the Moon in New Mexico. ‘Orbiting around the the titular state, the record excavates the physical and metaphysical layers of the specific location,’ as we wrote of the album in our review, ‘digging through strata both natural and supernatural in attempt to represent New Mexico in all its strange, stark beauty’ […] Tan Cologne’s latest full-length Unknown Beyond represents both a continuation of this style and a broadening of its horizons. Almost literally, in fact, with Green and Macias turning their attention skyward with the same curiosity, openness and longing which has always underpinned their work. Their search is driven by griefs personal, communal and global, the songs written in the wake of bereavement amid a country, indeed a world, on fire in more ways than one.” [Review]

Tobacco City – Horses

Scissor Tail Records

Chris Coleslaw, Lexi Goddard and pals make country music that has one foot in the golden-hued past and another in the painfully real present. This is true both in terms of the Tobacco City sound, which freshens up classic seventies country (think Emmylou and Gram) for the modern ear, and its lyrics, which compound the often confusing, disappointing and bittersweet nature of the present day with a yearning gaze at the past. Horses moves from good-time toe-tapping euphoria to solemn late-night longing, and spans comforting nostalgic familiarity to a manic desire to leave the depressing desolation of small-town existence. This is achieved principally through a focus on small snapshots of bygone days. Seemingly mundane moments where boredom breaks its levee and becomes something of its own rush, where the dissatisfaction of cooped-up small-town living is tempered by time’s unhurried passage. Here, the future is not some dark unstoppable force rushing toward you in a clatter of hoofbeats, but something intangible, indistinct. Something to worry about tomorrow.” [Review]

Tuxis Giant – You Won’t Remember This

Worry Bead Records

“You Won’t Remember This both continues the themes explored across [Tuxis Giant‘s] previous albums and expands their sonic palette. But more than a lesson in testing the borders of a project, the invention and experimentation serves its ultimate intention. That is, to paint a picture of life as it is lived, a full spectrum of moods, the shades shifting day to day. And moreover, something experienced not only as the immediate present but also a constant retrospection, memories appearing, merging and changing as the months pass by, each colouring our outlook at any given moment. The album’s most autobiographical song ‘Heart Surgery’ encapsulates all of this in one track. A retelling of the day lead [Matt] O’Connor’s mother underwent the titular operation, complete with stark emotion, naked concern and the small funny details which pop up no matter how serious the occasion. But it is also a meditation on memory. The things we remember, the things we do not, and how both of these might haunt or protect us as we grow and heal.” [Review]

Weakened Friends – Feels Like Hell

Don Giovanni Records

“Back in August we introduced Feels Like Hell, the new album from Weakened Friends [on] Don Giovanni Records, with single ‘NPC‘. What we called ‘a decidedly existential track featuring guitarist Buckethead inspired by the reality-bending simulation theory,’ though one rooted in a very real, contemporary struggle. ‘Far from some exercise in idle sci-fi daydreaming, the song is urgent, defiant and cathartic,’ we described. ‘Fatalistic, but delivered with the kind of full-throated passion that can only exist in those still with the spirit to fight.’ This attitude is the cornerstone to Feels Like Hell, the record representing a rejection not only of the myriads of forces which make our current culture so bleak and painful, but the all-too-common apathy with which so many react to such conditions. A collection of spiky, confrontational and cathartic songs, notably different from the tone of the Portland, Maine outfit’s previous LP Quitter. ‘Every soul-destroying facet of our present moment is used as fuel on the fire,’ as we continued in our preview. ‘The hegemony of global capitalism, complete with its mass surveillance, environmental destruction and rampant inequality, is enough to drive anyone to despair, but Weakened Friends are determined to deny it that one last victory. Better to scream, yell, bring the whole thing crumbling down with us.’” [Review]

Weirs – Diamond Grove

Dear Life Records

“[Diamond Grove by Weirs is] a repertoire of classic songs so indebted to the particular conditions of the moment that they have never sounded quite the same before, and likely never will again. ‘We wanted Diamond Grove to be a record in the truest sense,’ as [lead Oliver] Child-Lannin describes in the liner notes. ‘A living document of a specific time, place, and gathering of friends. Recorded in farmhouses, fields, and an abandoned silo, it channels the spirit of traditional music as a shared practice, alive with the sounds of its surroundings.’ The result owes more to musique concrète than the crisp, professional recordings of the folk revival. It is up for debate whether this represents a stylistic leap for the genre or a circle back towards an even older tradition, music delivered and enjoyed in situ. But to ponder whether Weirs exist in defiance or deference of their forebears is to miss the point completely. This is not an attempt to raze conventions, nor reproduce them. But rather imagine how folk could and should sound today. If the entirety of traditional music could be viewed as a series of specific moments threaded into a timeless whole, then with Diamond Grove, Weirs offer their own bead to add to the chain.” [Review]

Wilder Maker – The Streets Like Beds Still Warm

Western Vinyl

“Wilder Maker’s The Streets Like Beds Still Warm is a very different record to 2022’s Male Models. One even more ambitious in scope (it’s the first of a planned triptych to be released across the next eighteen months) and unique in its creation which nevertheless seems driven by the spirit of its predecessor […] Birnbaum has called The Streets… ‘the inverse of the typical songwriter record,’ the music recorded during open-ended sessions where core band members Adam Brisbin, Nick Jost, Sean Mullins improvised and swapped instruments at will, and guests including Katie Von Schleicher, Joseph Shabason, Macie Stewart, Chuck Johnson, Will Shore, Rebecca el-Saleh (Kitba) and Cole Kamen-Green added their own touches too, before Birnbaum took the result home and slowly whittled it into the form it takes today. The result, made possible by both a band now experienced in working together and a label in Western Vinyl willing to trust them, swaps the sleek psych and goodtime rock sensibilities of its predecessor for something altogether more stark and lonely, less a house party than a late-night wander through unfamiliar streets. Which is not to suggest minimalism, the sound owing much to experimental and alt-jazz forebears, but rather the presiding mood. One indebted to the shadow and subtle desperation of noir cinema, the perfect soundtrack as Birnbaum’s world-weary narrator flits between bars and hospital rooms while nursing concerns both trivial and existential.” [Review]

Will Johnson – Diamond City

Keeled Scales

Diamond City is Will Johnson’s tenth solo album and one that finds the legendary Texas songwriter’s style stripped back to the bare bones. Created at home in his Hays County farmhouse “in one room alone with his thoughts,” the record is inspired by the landscapes of both Johnson’s childhood in southern Missouri and the Texan Hills outside his window, painting a picture of the USA’s vast interior using initially just guitar, drum machine and an old Tascam 424. Once completed in this pure form, Johnson sent the songs to longtime collaborator Britton Beisenherz, who fleshed things out just enough, blowing on the embers of Johnson’s demos without smothering them in needless polish and ornamentation. The result is a new entry in the long and storied list of masterpieces created many miles from a professional studio, squirreled away in some corner with a tape recorder and something to say. Lyrically the album is poetic, fragmentary, even opaque, but viscerally emotive too, indebted to the pantheon of Southern writers from Faulker on down. Put simply, Diamond City is a reminder in the raw power of austere simplicity, that sometimes things are better without all their creases ironed out.

Will Stratton – Points of Origin

Bella Union

Set across the full breadth of California over a timespan of ten thousand years, you’d be hard pressed to find a more expansive record than Will Stratton‘s Points of Origin. The ambitious album is as detailed and crowded as an entire book of Where’s Wally? illustrations. Its cast of characters a Pynchonian smorgasbord of artists, con men, criminals, deadbeats and truck drivers, government men, snitches and counter-culturists, all inhabiting a world irrevocably altered by the presence of man. A picture of America before, during and after the imperialist project which has come to shape it, where fires and floods haunt the land as though in divine retribution, and a myriad of tiny struggles add up to the longest of wars. And, for the wild scope of Points of Origin, it is these tiny struggles which mark its true spirit. Each song intimate and detailed, a square inch of a picture too large to display, yet so richly imagined that they are able to evoke the full frame. Be it through the image of ancient hunters on snow-topped peaks or Vietnam attack choppers repurposed to drop flame retardant on home soil instead of napalm aboard, Stratton works with a hand careful, tender, heartbroken and seething, empathetic to the plight of his individual characters while damning the sum of their endeavours.

Wine Country – Hard Times

Self-released

“The liner notes for the debut Wine Country record, Hard Times, put the terms “written” and “composed” in inverted commas, a small gesture which speaks volumes. Because these are not songs finely wrought or painstakingly crafted brick by brick. Rather they just arrived, epiphany-like, [lead Matt] Kivel a willing lightning rod struck by a bolt of pure inspiration […] In the past he has drawn on cinema and literature, folk music and ambient music and experimental jazz. But here, in keeping with the overall vibe, things just flow where they want. Long, meandering pieces of psych-tinged art rock, improvisational lyrics that nonetheless feel charged with poetry and meaning. A testament to the value of committing to something without inhibition, and allowing the result to speak on its own terms rather than being edited and overworked beyond its proper shape. Hard Times is inspiration uncut. Not so much an attempt to communicate something otherwise incomprehensible as an embrace of the incomprehensible itself.” [Review]

Wombo – Danger in Fives

Fire Talk

“Feeling every inch the product of a band nearing ten years together, Danger in Fives finds the Wombo sound realised in its purest form, combining the experimentation and risk-taking which marked their earlier releases with the growing confidence so evident on Fairy Rust. That is, the sound of project which has come to understand its spirit and ambitions and is now committing to them with total conviction. ‘Danger in Fives isn’t a reintroduction’, as the press release states. ‘It’s a reminder’.” [Review]

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Now Green Gardens are back with ‘Ghost of a Tree’, another track which further solidifies this change. While This Is Not Your Fault displayed a certain level of spareness within its evocative sound, the latest track highlights the wider palette of their new material. Lo-fi guitars conjure a soundscape akin to those of The Microphones, while the insistent drum beat builds in intensity as the vocals rise across the track, embodying the spirit of a band who make no distinction between the intimate and the sublime. Indeed, such a balance between mundane human experience and something far larger and sweeping sits at the heart of the track, positioning an individual’s loves and losses within an almost geolgical span of time.

“’Ghost of a Tree’ feels to me as a layering of things, like sedimentary rock or bodies trapped in bogs,” as vocalist and bassist Jacob Cracknell explains. “I like seeing time illustrated so bluntly by those things and sometimes that can hit you hard in their rigidity. They don’t tell you that winter can drag its feet, they just show years pass all the same. I heard someone on the radio recently talking about how they can tell when solar flares happened centuries ago due to the rings in trees and I sometimes wonder if my head when I sleep is laying where one of those trees was swelling and growing. These things make me feel significant, part of it all.”

Watch the video by Joel Johnston with scans by Jacob Cracknell below:

‘Ghost of a Tree’ is out now via Tiny Library Records and you can get it from Bandcamp.

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Adeline Hotel – Whodunnit

Ruination Record Co.

“There’s always a strange combination of continuity and change within a new album from Adeline Hotel. Each record building upon what came before it while often in some respects also turning away to chart new ground. As though the project exists as a kind of world of its own, and the function of each release is to bring us a view of a different corner. Adeline Hotel as a vast space we’re discovering album by album, song by song, with Dan Knishkowy not so much engineering the experience as leading the way. This exploratory spirit is central to Whodunnit […] an album following a tradition which lists the likes of Gillian Welch, Neil Young and Van Morrison among its practitioners. Songs as a form of stream of consciousness, not only in terms of lyrics but the very sound itself. The sense of having tapped into some wellspring of movement or momentum and choosing to lean into the flow.” [Review]

Advance Base – Horrible Occurrences

Run For Cover / Orindal Records

“For while the setting is entirely imaginary, the narratives and characters owe much to real life. Indeed the killer [of ‘The Year I Lived in Richmond’] is inspired by an analogous figure who stalked a place Advance Base‘s Own Ashworth once called home, fictionalised to create some sense of distance and decency. If Horrible Occurrences can be distilled into one reductive image, then that is perhaps the most enlightening. A receptacle into which bad memories and old stories can be poured. A small town diorama in which they can play out again, change shapes, take on lives of their own. One we might approach and watch over along with Ashworth, feeling tall from that perspective, relatively safe in the top-down view.” [Review]

Anne Malin – Strange Power!

Dear Life Records

Released in tandem book-length poem What Floods under the name AM Ringwalt, Anne Malin‘s Strange Power! is an album which explores “how nature and its inherent motion might possess the key to the process of healing in the aftermath of trauma and loss,” as we wrote earlier in the year. Something which possesses a palpable momentum yet no clear conclusion. In other hands, this lack of answers or endings might be held up as the tragic farce of existence, but here is positioned more like an opportunity. To continue asking questions both of yourself and your surroundings, as though the act of interrogation is its own strange power. A sign of a faith in something human and sublime.

Being Dead – EELS

Bayonet Records

“If you thought [previous release] When Horses Would Run was inventive, then just wait until you hear what is coming next. Because the new Being Dead full-length EELS […] takes everything that made its predecessor special and pushes it further. Travelling to Los Angeles for a fortnight of writing and recording with John Congleton, the pair pushed themselves to embrace the singular spirit of their work. The result is a record that’s more intense, more raucous and decidedly darker than anything which has come before, without sacrificing that mischievous persona.” [Review]

Ben Seretan – Allora

Tiny Engines

Described by Ben Seretan as his “insane Italy record,” Allora represents a snapshot from a very specific time and place. Or rather it would, should ‘snapshot’ come anywhere close to describing the scale, heft and sheer abundance of moving parts on show. Seretan and his band were due to play a wedding at the tail end of “a wonderful but lightly disastrous tour” of Europe during the summer of 2019, only for rain to half play and leave them in the lurch. But rather than waste the curious mix of energy and exhaustion that sets in at the end of a tour, they decided to make an album instead. A three-day stint at a farmhouse in the hills overlooking Venice with renowned mixing engineer, producer, musician Matt Bordin was arranged. A brief moment where a plethora of emotions were processed and purged through joyful noise. The result is unashamedly maximalist, entirely heartfelt, and in possession of that lightning-in-a-bottle feel that suggests it could never have materialised anywhere else. Catharsis has long been a key thread of Ben Seretan’s work, but rarely has it gone quite so hard.

The Big Easy – (It’s No Secret) The Truth As Bad As the View

Trash Casual Records

“It’s notable that The Big Easy’s latest album, (It’s No Secret) The Truth As Bad As The View, is the first to feature Berthomieux’s image on the cover. The first symbol on a record that looks to grapple with exactly how and why a person of colour might be made to feel an interloper within certain artistic circles. Berthomieux cites a James Baldwin statement as a key to realigning his perspective. ‘To be a Negro in this country,’ Baldwin wrote, ‘and to be relatively conscious is to be in a state of rage almost all of the time.’ Suddenly what had for so long seemed like a personal hang-up or imposter syndrome was revealed to be an intrinsic part of the Black experience, and to connect his own emotions with a historic struggle proved liberating. Thus the album became an exercise in owning his identity and finally voicing those things kept buried for so long. ‘It’s No Secret is kind of like a journal,’ as Berthomieux concludes, ‘a place where I can express the things that I haven’t been able to say out loud’.” [Review]

Brown Horse – Reservoir

Loose Music

“Call it distraction, call it despair / No matter what you call it you can feel it when it’s there.” These lines from the track ‘Bloodstain’ encapsulate the presiding mood of Brown Horse’s Reservoir. A sense of unease which permeates their alt-country style like something “drifted on the low tide,” as the song continues. Something that’s now “hell bent for to stay.” This disquiet is evoked not only in images of stark estuary mudflats and cold fields but also polycotton shirts and soulless expanses of megastores. In the nostalgic melancholy of opener ‘Stealing Horses’, or the Molina-esque lyricism of songs like ‘Sunfisher’ and ‘Outtakes’ with their burning houses, hummingbird hearts and singing birds. And like all the best Gothic atmosphere, it is not entirely clear whether the sensation is a haunting from some ancient thing or a dark harbinger of what is to come.

Cara Beth Satalino – Little Green

Worried Songs

“The success of Little Green is in no small part a result of the nuanced nature of Cara Beth Satalino’s approach. Early on you come to appreciate her uncanny ability to combine deep soul-searching with offhand observations and gentle humour, inventive imagery and smart turns of phrase creating something rich and full of life despite the surrounding turmoil. [A record] soft and fragile as a little green shoot but with a spark of energy too, a desire to keep on. It might be too dark to see what is in front of you, but the earth is still turning and the bright star is still burning. There is time yet to grow towards the light.” [Review]

Cassandra Jenkins – My Light, My Destroyer

Dead Oceans

Cassandra Jenkins intended to step away from music after her 2021 album An Overview on Phenomenal Nature, only for the album to resonant so deeply with audiences she found herself newly (and perhaps reluctantly) energised, pulled back towards the urge to create. My Light, My Destroyer is what emerged a few years later, a record which not so much builds upon its predecessor as explodes out in every direction. Sophistipop, jazz and New Age elements lift Jenkins’s indie rock sound to almost orchestral territory, while layers of found sounds and field recordings anchor the otherwise celestial style in the lived-in world. This duality between the grounded and the elevated is typical of the tone, where encroaching darkness is matched by a curiosity and attentiveness to wonder. The world is beautiful, the world is burning, and both of these facts are made more urgent by the other.

The Chairman Dances – Evening Song

Self-Released

“Originating as a narrative poem, The Chairman Dances‘ new album Evening Song traces the early days of a nascent relationship,” we wrote back in September. “A seminarian and a drummer mutually enamoured with one another, caught in the heady space of attraction and mystery, hungry to learn everything there is to know about the other.” Working from this point of intersection, Eric Krewson and co. bring the pair of characters to life, providing small glimpses into moments both special and seemingly mundane to achieve a strikingly intimate sense of humanity. As with much of The Chairman Dances’ catalogue, the beauty is in the detail. The hollow knock of shoes, the wail of an oven’s timer, the catch of a lock. Small confessions shared between two people daring to allow their lives to become enmeshed.

The Dead Tongues – Body of Light / I Am a Cloud

Psychic Hotline

Not content with releasing just one record this year, Ryan Gustafson’s The Dead Tongues put out two simultaneously. The albums, published as standalone digital releases but brought together in a double LP, display both aspects of the Asheville, North Carolina songwriter’s oeuvre. I Am A Cloud is an exercise is meandering cosmic Americana, what Gustafson calls “a fever dream of song and spoken-word about the toggle between identity and ephemerality,” while Body of Light sees things solidify into discrete folk rock songs. Joined by a stellar cast of collaborators and a sense of improvisational freedom, it’s the most expensive and ambitious Dead Tongues release to date.

Deerlady – Greatest Hits

Self-Released

Described as “a collection of songs about intimacy,” Greatest Hits sees Mali Obomsawin and Magdalena Abrego unite as Deerlady to conjure soundscapes simultaneously stark, tender and thunderous. Both Obomsawin and Abrego have backgrounds in jazz, and though some of the genre’s fluidity carries through, the Deerlady project exists outside of that sphere and the expectations it carries. Rather, Greatest Hits offers an indie rock style free to be more elemental and raw, one attuned to ideas of softness and hope within a hostile and violent world. As if in the face of colonial cruelty, sound might fill the gaps where words cannot suffice. “Brick and concrete / two hundred thousand years buried beneath / while the stars witnessed the unholy,” as Obomsawin, who is from the Abenaki First Nation at Odanak, sings on ‘Masterpieces’. “Well I take it in / I wrestle with the language to begin / I didn’t come to make a speech, I came to live.”

Desert Liminal – Black Ocean

Whited Sepulchre Records

“Released in 2021, Desert Liminal‘s Glass Fate found the Chicago band “settling into a higher form,” as we put it at the time, with violinist and noise artist Mallory Linehan (AKA Chelsea Bridge) joining Sarah Jane Quillin and Rob Logan to elevate their trademark dreamy aesthetic. [Black Ocean] in many ways represents a continuation of this process. With the outfit now cemented as a trio, Linehan joins Quillin as a songwriter and vocalist, grounding the nascent sense of collaboration and connection which emerged on Glass Fate as a core facet of Desert Liminal. A development which is thematically resonant too, the record exploring ways in which death can be faced communally, and grief transmuted into something affirming and meaningful. Chicago’s DIY scene carried Quillin through the worst experiences, and Black Ocean looks to distil this experience into its purest form. The resulting songs often seem like love letters to the people in these communities. Those figures who stood next to you through the best and worst of times.” [Review]

Distant Reader – Place of Words Now Gone

Lily Tapes & Discs

“No news in weeks from outside town,” announces Emmerich Anklam at the beginning of the latest Distant Reader album, Place of Words Now Gone, thrusting the listener into a world suddenly quiet along with his bewildered characters. “Who left me in the center of this desolation?” one such person asks, “Who’s hearing me talk? Does it matter at all? Is anyone still out there? And who can tell the difference between the end and the beginning?” The record took seed in Anklam’s brain during long train rides through the fabled American landscape, and although a clear work of fiction, it’s hard not to see reality in the community it describes—abandoned by those beyond it’s boundaries, succumbing to helplessness as they lose what little agency were ever afforded them. A portrait of an isolated and dislocated America where those left behind are left to struggle and mourn as a deepening silence floods the places they call home. “And everybody she knows goes quiet trying to forget about the ways they could diminish still,” as Emmerich sings on ‘From High Remove’, “the spiral closing in around all of them. Words vanish fold in on themselves, questions halved quartered eighthed. Absence of sound infects all who feel it. Tones, phrases returning to the ether.”

Emily Hines – These Days

Self-Released

“I don’t know about you, but I’m holding out hope.” So sings Emily Hines on ‘UFO’, a single which embodies the tone of her full-length These Days. As warm and soft as a blanket to wrap around yourself in the cold winter months, but with a sharp pang of something else too, a bittersweet bite more potent than the frost at the window. The entire album is an understated gem, full of quiet and wistful songs about difficult relationships, questions unanswered or unanswerable, hoping for something more. On ‘UFO’ this ranges from a desire to know the truth about the Roswell landings to wishing for the sublime reckoning of the Second Coming. But for all of its outlandish subject matter, the song, like These Days as a whole, is entirely straight with its underlying sentiment. There is still hope that wrongs can be righted, Hines insists. Things can change for the better.

Enumclaw – Home in Another Life

Run For Cover Records

Ever wondered what might happen if you were to cross the beams of don’t-give-a-shit slacker rock and confessional, emotionally intense emo? Home in Another Life, the latest album from Tacoma’s Enumclaw, is here to provide an answer. The record is unafraid of the largest themes, lead Aramis Johnson wrestles with everything from God, illness and death to self-doubt, relationships and sex, but does so with a sense of energy and swagger. As though faced with the tangle of life’s difficulties, Enumclaw make the conscious decision to charge headlong forwards, conscious of every possible branch and thorn but moving too purposefully to become ensnared in any one spot. Whether it be the denial of a difficult diagnosis in ‘Not Just Yet’ or the internalised shame of ‘I Still Feel Bad About Masturbation’, Home in Another Life takes emotions and experiences which so often feel unspeakable and shouts them aloud in an act of agency.

The Felice Brothers – Valley of Abandoned Songs

Million Stars / 15 Passenger

Since their inception in 2006, The Felice Brothers have established themselves as one of the premier acts of contemporary US folk rock, building a catalogue of urgent narratives and strange visions with enough depth to stand alongside their literary influences. “Poems and short stories packed with clever references and wry turns of phrase” as we wrote of 2021’s From Dreams to Dust. “A confrontation of the grim realities of our moment that nevertheless celebrates the fact of being alive.” As the title suggests, Valley of Abandoned Songs is a collection of tracks written throughout the project which never quite made it onto a record, but were nevertheless strong enough to convince Conor Oberst, no less, to set up a brand new label just to release them into the world. Single ‘Flowers By The Roadside’ is the perfect example of their ability to conjure entire lives and histories in the shortest of spaces.

Are you
High as Mr Albert was
When he drove the cross town bus
Straight into the sky
I’m just sitting in these flowers by the roadside
I’m not trying to flag a ride
Just happy watching the wide world go by

The Fourth Wall – Return Forever

DevilDuck Records

Kickstarted by a family story of a relative who left a child behind when emigrating to the United States, Return Forever by The Fourth Wall is “an album which,” as we put it in our review, “combs through the contradictions of the immigrant experience in order to voice feelings otherwise impossible to convey.” Delivered via a weighty brand of indie rock, the mood ranges from anger and confusion to catharsis and joy, and the result, as we continued, is “a mixture of hope, denial and genuine love which not only subverts expectations but confounds any attempt to properly reassess. As though some decisions can be so complicated, their impacts so profound, that the very physics of emotions are bent beyond their own laws.”

Gabriel Birnbaum – Patron Saint of Tireless Losers

Western Vinyl

“Gabriel Birnbaum has become increasingly interested in music’s narrative potential, and Patron Saint [of Tireless Losers] finds him at his most confident to date,” we wrote in June. An album where Birnbaum again evolves his sound and writing to present “vignettes which occupy the knife-edge between specificity and ambiguity, rewarding the return listener with layers of wry humour and naked human emotion.” Birnbaum introduces a diverse array of characters—young and old, male and female, lonely and in the throes of love—all troubled by the gap between their own views of the world and the evitable dawning reality. As though every person, be they nervous concert-goer or overeager prepper ostensibly ready for the end times, is at some point destined to realise the true, unforgiving nature of mortal existence.

h. pruz – No Glory

Mtn Laurel Recording Co.

Many albums exists within the giddy period of new beginnings, their creators emerging from a tumultuous period of suffering or drastic change with an almost epiphanic perspective. The bad thing is in the past now, life can show its light. But while h. pruz‘s latest album No Glory focuses its gaze on a variety of pivotal moments from the life of Hannah Pruzinsky—moments they withstood, survived, emerged from—and goes as far as to imagine the perfect life ahead, it refuses the temptation to bask in the transient warmth of such possibility. As though to present the experience of a newly hopeful present as something unmarked by regret or doubt is to fail to fully inhabit its complexities. “I keep seeing change,” as Pruzunsky sings on ‘I Keep Changing’. “Peel away the borders / Of things with weight like copper / Thought it was gold / Til it turned green / In the rain.”

Haley Heynderickx – Seed of a Seed

Mama Bird Recording Co.

In 2018, Haley Heynderickx released I Need To Start a Garden, an album “all about growth and the hope of new beginnings” we wrote, yet one which refused to “shy away from the necessary hard work that makes such growth possible.” Follow-up Seed of a Seed emerges from this process of emotional cultivation, Heynderickx learning how to continue and improve upon the previous album’s progress while coming to understand such things are rarely linear and never complete. Opening tracks ‘Gemini’ and ‘Foxglove’ are marked by a sense of urgency, seized by the haste of new growth, though by the second half the tempo levels out into something slower and more complex. A host of musicians support the trademark finger-picked style, creating a layered thicket, the Haley Heynderickx sound now a rich polyculture diverse and hardy enough to face whatever life might throw at it next.

Hatis Noit – Aura (Rework Series)

Erased Tapes

In 2022, Hatis Noit released Aura, a full-length album “which draws from the vast array of Noit’s influences from Japanese classical music Gagaku and operatic performers to Bulgarian and Gregorian chanting,” we wrote previously, “not to mention avant-garde experimentalists and pop vocal styles.” Aura has had a new lease of life in subsequent years, with a series of reworkings made in collaboration with an equally diverse set of artists. After the likes of William Basinski and Matthew Herbert in 2023, this year saw Noit enlist the talents of Laraaji, Preservation and Armand Hammer to push the already kaleidoscopic sound even further.

Holland Andrews – Answers

LEITER

“Back in 2021, Brooklyn-based composer, producer, vocalist, and clarinetist Holland Andrews released Wordless, the first of a series of EPs under their own name (having previously recorded as Like A Villain). Released with label LEITER, the record introduced a distinctively transportive sound. Led by voice and clarinet and processed through a variety of electronics, the compositions offered soundscapes in which the listener might lose themselves. Rich tapestries of colour and texture crafted with an almost cinematic attention to detail. Subsequent EPs Forgettings and Doubtless furthered the scope and intention of the style, exploring themes of healing and transcendence as Andrews’s genre-bending sensibilities solidified into a style of their own […] Now Holland Andrews has returned with Answers, the fourth and final EP of the series which feels like both the clearest realisation of their creative ideals and a continued, active resistance against genre conventions.” [Review]

Hour – Ease the Work

Dear Life Records

With a studio’s worth of equipment in tow, the ensemble Hour took a ferry to Peaks Island, Maine out of season, and spent a week holed up together in an old theatre to record their latest album, Ease the Work. The project boasts a diverse cast of musicians—lead Michael Cormier O’Leary (electric guitar, classical guitar, percussion) joined by Jason Calhoun (synth), Em Downing (violin), Matt Fox (viola), Elisabeth Fuchsia (violin) Peter Gill (bass), Lucas Knapp (radio effects, field recordings, piano), Evan McGonagill (cello), Peter McLaughlin (drums, percussion), Keith J. Nelson (bass clarinet, clarinet), Erika Nininger (piano, rhodes) and Abi Reimold (electric guitar)—each bringing their own instincts and sensibilities to the project’s lush instrumental arrangements. The intimacy of the recording process allowed each separate contribution to coalesce into harmony. “Challenging any clear distinction between composition and improvisation,” as we wrote earlier in the year, the resulting record “performs the same small miracle of the previous records, presenting the everyday in all its joy and melancholy, comfort and strangeness.”

I Saw the TV Glow soundtrack

A24 Music

“The danger of nostalgia is that it tends to confuse the actual home with the imaginary one,” Svetlana Boym wrote in her 2001 book, The Future of Nostalgia. “In extreme cases it can create a phantom homeland.” The warning is explored in Jane Schoenbrun’s I Saw the TV Glow, a film with a decidedly complex relationship with nostalgia. It can be something to wrap yourself in, bond over, shelter beneath, yet with this retreat comes the risk of a detrimental stasis, where fondness for the past comes to eat up the present. The interrogation is furthered by the film’s soundtrack, where the likes of Caroline Polachek, Florist, Frances Quinlan, Sadurn and King Women tap into the unapologetically sentimental nineties aesthetic. But it is the very first track that is perhaps the most thematically resonant. Yeule‘s cover of ‘Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl’ is so distorted by glitchy imperfections it becomes something of a Baudrillardian simulacrum. A memory denatured by overhandling, unpegged from reality, a figment of the imagination which has come to replace the real.

Jahnah Camille – i tried to freeze light, but only remember a girl

Winspear

“The songs offer a picture of late adolescence in all of its bittersweet nuance, its introspective contemplation matched only by its bold confessional attitude.” That’s how we described i tried to freeze light, but only remember a girl, the debut EP of Birmingham, Alabama-based songwriter and musician  Jahnah Camille earlier this year. The release reaches for a number of genres with real confidence, be it the nineties alt-rock swagger of ‘flesh’ or the country twang of ‘roadkill’. “[But it is] the lyrics which really see the artist stand apart,” we continued. “Because Camille has a knack for combining emotion and self-awareness, offering songs entirely committed to the feelings being explored but never lacking a wry wrinkle to add that extra layer of personality.”

Jess Ribeiro – Summer of Love

Poison City Records

Written amid a period of intense instability, Summer of Love finds Jess Ribeiro negotiating the liminal space between hope and reality, confronting the past and possible futures alongside the present moment to find a way towards healing. Ribeiro chose to lean into the turmoil during the recording process, undeterred by the fact collaborators could only visit individually thanks to the pandemic restrictions, and many never made it to the studio at all. Yet together with Nick Huggins, she nonetheless enlisted the talents of Jim White (drums), Darcy McNulty (saxophone), Leah Senior (keys), James Seymour (bass), Davie Mudie (percussion) and Carrie Webster (violin and viola), guiding each musician according to the release’s spirit. The result is improvised and exploratory yet bound by the same sense of longing. That will to work through tumultuous times towards something more solid. The hope that chaos might resolve itself into a more hospitable state.

Josaleigh Pollett – In The Garden, By The Weeds

Self-Released

“An excavation of the present which inevitably tends pastward, tracing a presiding cynicism back to its roots in search of a cause.” That’s how we described Josaleigh Pollett‘s third album In The Garden, By The Weeds. At first, the imagery of the title resonates on a surface level, the Salt Lake City songwriter surveying the ecosystem of their life, assessing which parts to nurture, which to pluck or prune. But spend a minute with this collection of stark and glitchy songs and it becomes clear things are operating on a deeper level. For Pollett not only gives the weeds their due but the subterranean conditions too. Those places dark and elemental we so often pretend have no relation to us higher beings. Places perhaps inside of our lives or our selves we must reach down into if we are to make any real progress in cultivating the kind of environment we want to live in. Even if it means getting our hands dirty, scrunching our eyes and grasping blind.

Joy Guidry – AMEN

Whited Sepulchre Records

“In AMEN,” explained Joy Guidry of their most recent album, “there is a lot experimentation with different forms of Black American music. I wanted to lean heavily on my Texas, Louisiana and Creole roots in this project. There were many days spent with my ancestors during the writing of this album and I’m eternally grateful for the music they sang to me during our time together.” The record saw the basoonist and composer develop their sound with the newly prominent influence of gospel and spiritual jazz, combining the sensibilities of church music with jazz invention to create something fundamentally devotional. “The result is at once communal and singular,” as we put it in our review. “Joy Guidry as realised in their most complete form to date.”

K. Freund – Trash Can Lamb

Soda Gong

We’ve been following the work of Akron, Ohio’s Keith Freund for the better part of two decades, originally with Trouble Books, then as one half of the experimental/neoclassical duo Lejsovka & Freund, and more recently with Lemon Quartet and Aqueduct Ensemble. Following 2022’s Hunter on the Wing, Trash Can Lamb is Freund’s latest release under his own name, and offers another exercise in minimal piano, degraded samples and an array of tactile electronics. It’s the neoclassical equivalent of the folk art eccentric, spinning singular homebrew beauty from a treehouse studio filled with strange gadgets and devices, at far remove from the polish and pretension of the auditorium, yet somehow deeper for it. Trash Can Lamb walks it own path straight to the heart of things, small moments and sensations that you couldn’t describe with words if you tried.

Kali Malone – All Life Long

Ideologic Organ

“Manages to suggest both academic rigour and unburdened instinct, but ultimately transcends any focus on its intentions as the listener becomes immersed in the soundscape. Some hymn or lament, latent with the suggestion of the sublime, be it total dread or transcendence, silence or all-encompassing sound.” So we wrote of Living Torch by Kali Malone back in 2022, though the description could be extended to much of the Stockholm-based composer’s work. Written for pipe organ, choir and brass quintet, latest release All Life Long possesses all the same clarity and depth, breathing new life into classical techniques to create something at once intimate and exalted. Not holy music, per say, but music which operates according to the same ends. Aiming to evoke those sensations felt in the face of things far greater than us, more mysterious, yet surrounding us all the same.

Keanu Nelson – Wilurarrakutu

Mississippi Records

Primarily a poet in his home of Papunya, northwest of Alice Springs, Keanu Nelson was inspired to start singing his work after meeting producer Yuta Matsumura in the local arts centre. The result is Wilurarrakutu, an album first released on Altered States Tapes last year, but put out to a wider audience back in August by Mississippi Records. With Casio beats programmed by Matsumura as support, Nelson delivers deeply personal poetry on themes of loneliness and family, home and loss, in both Papunya Luritja and English. Nelson incorporates reggae and gospel influences into a sound which emerges from an electronic sonic lineage that trails back to the likes of Suicide and Francis Bebey but represents its own singular style. One which aches with a sense of longing, the relative simplicity of the arrangements allowing the emotional depth of Nelson’s poetry to sit front and centre, blurring the classic and the contemporary into something genuinely moving.

Lia Kohl – Normal Sounds

Moon Glyph

“Able to evoke existence in all of its magic and mundanity.” That’s how we described the work of Chicago-based cellist, composer and multidisciplinary artist Lia Kohl back in July, describing her album Normal Sounds as “at once normal and very much not, or else it is extraordinarily normal—with Kohl turning her attention to the acoustics of everyday living and presenting them back to the listener as something as something new.” Existing somewhere between music and sound art, the record uses synths and cello (as well as occasional flute and electronics from Ka Baird and sax from Patrick Shiroishi) to accentuate field recordings of human-made sounds, reflecting our own world back to us in a new light. Here the incidental is elevated, each song a cacophony crafted from the sounds we so often ignore or phase out. Kohl isn’t so much crafting a soundscape for us to hear as rewiring our brains so that our attention might be heightened. What we encounter in such a state is sometimes playful, sometimes strange, occasionally unnerving and melancholic in the way the slow passage of life always is. The human world in granular detail. What it sounds like to live here and now.

Lindsay Reamer – Natural Science

Dear Life Records

“[Songs which] not only represent a study of a specific time and place—capturing a snapshot of environments both natural and human and the porous border between the two—but also a report on how it feels to exist within that period. As though Lindsay Reamer serves as our guide through contemporary America as she knows it. A squeezed no-man’s land between the past and the future. A place where great beauty and banality sit side by side, where old choices drag unforeseen consequences towards us and yet the smallest details still seem to hold life in all of its inscrutable charm.” [Review]

Little Kid – A Million Easy Payments

Orindal Records

“[The] ability to vary the focal length of its perspective so gracefully is a signature of A Million Easy Payments. “The urgency in Kenny Boothby’s voice matches the stakes of his lyrics,” writes Dan Wriggins in the liner notes [of Little Kid‘s latest album], “epic ballads and reveries that come at life from all angles and exposures, driving at and a little over the limits of self-reflection.” The sense of an artist never quite satisfied with the scene they have captured, always looking to widen the lens to better represent the truth before them, or else zoom in closer in search of the missing detail which might click everything else into place. Call it a search for meaning, or even God Himself. In other hands, songs reaching for such things with the expansive style of Dylan and Welch at their most ambitious might feel like novelty or pastiche. But in this context it seems the only logical outcome for Little Kid’s specific way of working.” [Review]

Lollise – i hit the water

Switch Hit Records

“Hailing from Francistown in Botswana and now based in New York, Lollise is an artist who draws from the entirety of her musical history when crafting her songs. Hence the sound of her debut full-length I hit the water owes a debt to the styles which soundtracked her childhood and early years—including Setswana and Kalanga folk songs, South African electronic bubblegum and kwaito from the eighties and nineties, Congolese soukous and Zimbabwean sungura—as well as genres like Afrobeat, art-pop and new wave which she immersed herself in after moving to the US. What results is a sound capable of evoking the future and past simultaneously, where traditional styles are repurposed to open new directions, and the line between history and imagination blurs into something entirely new.” [Review]

Mary Ocher – Your Guide to Revolution

Underground Institute

“To say Mary Ocher’s latest album Your Guide to Revolution is ambitious in its intentions is to risk understatement. A kaleidoscopic and politically charged collection of songs which draws on Ocher’s childhood (born in Moscow to Jewish-Ukrainian parents before emigrating to Tel Aviv during the Gulf War) as a way into wider themes of resistance and civil disobedience. A huge array of styles and influences are utilised across the record, both to evoke the gamut of emotions triggered within the contemporary struggle and to ground the release within a wider history of such subversive art. A central part of the album is a series of three tracks which rework pieces by harpist Dorothy Ashby based on the Rubaiyat of Omar Khyyam, a triptych of songs which Ocher has collected into a short film which echoes The Color of Pomegranates by Sergei Parajanov.” [Review]

Merce Lemon – Watch Me Drive Them Dogs Wilds

Darling Recordings

“A collection of nine songs with dirt under their fingernails, equal parts wild and vulnerable as they reckon with the changing tides of love in all its guises […] Merce Lemon’s songwriting is often gentle, careful and sincere ruminations on love and solitude, but this underlying ferality is perhaps the record’s biggest strength, and the most obvious step forward from Moonth. A reminder the soft animal can still bear its teeth, a kind of wildness that turns heartfelt, mid-tempo folk rock songs into blown-out anthems, building towards crescendos of wailing guitar and pure feeling.” [Review]

Minor Moon – The Light Up Waltz

Ruination Record Co.

Minor Moon‘s latest album The Light-Up Waltz is set within “speculative world, where civilisation has collapsed and the characters are made to exist in the aftermath,” as we wrote earlier in the year. “But far from some desolate landscape of grim suffering, this post-civilisation society is one coloured by the invention and playfulness of its inhabitants. As though steely determination can only be maintained with a suitable accompaniment of joy.” This is a collection of songs working under such a logic, finding its characters proactive in their search for meaning, and perhaps finding it through that very mindset. “To me,” as lead Sam Cantor puts it, “the antidote to fatalistic disillusionment is a kind of complicated dance with dread, hope and joy.”

MJ Lenderman – Manning Fireworks

Anti- Records

It’s fair to say MJ Lenderman has come a long way since we shared ‘Gentleman Jack’ from his 2021 album, Ghost of Your Guitar Solo. Through his what we’ve described previously as “masterful knack for combining details small and absurd into something which feels like life as it’s lived on the ground,” the last coulpe of years has seen Lenderman take the leap into the indie stratosphere, and latest album Manning Fireworks makes good on this acclaim without sacrificing the sensibilities which got him there in the first place. Often wacky yet always unabashedly earnest, these are songs of a different sort of American mythology. Colourful, chintzy, most likely temporary. A place of waterparks and McDonalds lots. Pocket Bibles, drunk drivers, Disney Pixar deleted scenes. A place inhabited by people who were once babies and now jerks. People like you and me.

Mol Sullivan – GOOSE

Self-Released

A self-described “long exposure photograph” charting growth both artistic and personal, Mol Sullivan‘s GOOSE serves as a portrait of a person within the arc of great change. With songs written in the aftermath of a relationship and during a nascent sobriety, the album opens with Sullivan “set deep in those early days of a new beginning,” as we wrote, “where everything feels possible yet tenuous and a little too vivid to bear,” but does not stay constrained to the present moment. Instead, we find an artist moving forwards and looking back, reflecting on who they were and who they want to be, reaching beyond stories of love and addiction for a more nuanced picture of life. An artist in dialogue with themselves, teasing out those fundamental things which exist beyond what happens to us within any given moment, and thus repositioning change as a positive force we might harness to become ourselves more fully.

mui zyu – nothing or something to die for / cantonese tasting menu EP

Father/Daughter Records

Last year’s Rotten Bun for an Eggless Century saw Hong Kong British artist mui zyu delve deep within themselves in search of a better understanding of their own identity. The songs mapped a vast labyrinth of history and personal experience and located the elusive truth not locked in some remote central chamber but rather via the process itself. But if the introspective survey of Rotten Bun charted the complex contours of its own small world, follow up nothing or something to die for flips its gaze outwards to take on a far bigger challenge—the chaotic, conflicted place we call home. Here human society is painted as an overwhelming and fundamentally lonely place, where an omnipresent technological connection belies the isolation at its core. Floating over this absurd space, mui zyu looks for the points where the veil between us is the thinnest, hoping a better existence might be possible while refusing to ignore evidence to the contrary. There might be nothing, there might be something to die for, or perhaps both of these things can be true at once.

Nap Eyes – The Neon Gate

Paradise of Bachelors

Through a string of ambitious, philosophical and playful albums, Halifax outfit Nap Eyes have established themselves as one of the most inventive, thematically interesting bands in contemporary indie rock. Even by their standards, The Neon Gate pushes the envelope on what songs can be and explore. Fans will recognise Nigel Chapman’s distinctively deadpan vocals, but the Nap Eyes sound has expanded in various directions, shapeshifting between tracks and unafraid of the abstract and improvised. Weird tangents are followed, eldritch stories are told, what rules there were are broken. The result is to witness something familiar transmogrify, metastasise, expand and contract before your eyes, the recognisable slowly twisted strange into a new, surreal landscape. A style inspired, at least in part, by the William Butler Yeats poem ‘I See Phantoms of Hatred and of the Heart’s Fullness and of the Coming Emptiness’. A poem which is adapted as a song near the end of the album:

I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone,
A mist that is like blown snow is sweeping over all,
Valley, river, and elms, under the light of a moon
That seems unlike itself, that seems unchangeable,
A glittering sword out of the east. A puff of wind
And those white glimmering fragments of the mist sweep by.
Frenzies bewilder, reveries perturb the mind;
Monstrous familiar images swim to the mind’s eye.

Prostitute – Attempted Martyr

Self-Released

The past year has been desperate, dizzying and ferociously cruel for many, and no release captured this reality better than Attempted Martyr by Prostitute. Described as being “written and recorded under duress of a world in turmoil” and “dedicated to Lebanon, from Dearborn with love,” the album sits somewhere between noise rock, post-punk and jazz. A collection of songs twisted tight with intensity, always threatening to spin out of control, fired by the depthless fury of grief and somehow managing an air of plaintive sorrow too. Beneath the delivery’s bark and bite lies a deceptively diverse range of moods and emotions—from the mournful opening title track and spittle-flecked defiance of ‘Judge’ to poetic meditations on justice and resistance and even a certain wry humour (Prostitute one-up fellow Michigan punks Protomartyr by devoting an entire song to celebrity attorney Joumana Kayrouz). A timely reminder of the fertile relationship between anger and compassion, and a scream into the face of a world gone numb.

Rosali – Bite Down

Merge Records

“Help me, darling, I can’t seem to bite down on it / I can’t seem to feel what’s real anymore.” So opens the title track of Rosali‘s Bite Down, giving voice to a sentiment which underpins the entire album. But this is not a record of desperate pleas and drifting disconnection, rather the antidote to such things. As though having been touched by these emotions, Rosali chose to be proactive, confronting life’s ups and downs with a newfound defiance, determined to feel reality in all its forms. The title refers to “something more extreme than leaning in,” as Rosali told Mariana Timony for Bandcamp. “I’m taking a bite. I’m accepting it. I’m chewing it.” Again recorded with the David Nance Band to blur the line between solo and group effort, the resulting album effortlessly straddles folk and classic rock styles and builds upon everything which made 2021’s No Medium so special.

Roswit – Eternal Living

Mono Tapes

The debut album from self-described “olde punks” Roswit has one foot in classic Pacific Northwest indie pop and another across the ocean in a Flying Nun Records style jangle, with some wiry, stripped-back punk thrown in for good measure. From infectious opener ‘Grape’s Song’, which calls to mind fellow Vancouverites The Courtney’s, to the sleeves-rolled-up scrappiness of ‘King’s Song’, every song is packed with a sense of DIY fun. And to top it all there’s a throwback vibe, not to bygone decades but right back to the Middle Ages, a candy-coloured fantasy land of knights and dragons and damsels in distress. This is sometimes achieved with subtle lyrical nods, and others musically, such as ‘Princess’s Song’ which sounds like a lo-fi punk take on a Medieval ballad. Eternal Loving is perhaps best summed up by ‘Dreamer’s Song’, which has it all—supremely catchy hooks, galloping percussion, oohing and aahing harmonies, flutters of flute and daydreams of ye olden days.

Shovel Dance Collective – The Shovel Dance

American Dreams

“We want to play and experiment, layer and move between different spaces in recording, and extend the limits of our instruments to sing and break in new ways,” explained Shovel Dance Collective of their experimental folk sound. “Improvising, textural playing, and moving as one free organic organism are all part of the experiments we try and make in form. It’s all towards this one goal: constructing the Shovel Dance world and saying what we feel needs saying.” Latest album The Shovel Dance saw the outfit “position themselves within an exciting contemporary movement,” as we wrote in our review, “and The Shovel Dance is sure to join the likes of Lankum’s False Lankum and Shane Parish’s Liverpool in their mission to push old sounds and stories into new dimensions.”

S. Raekwon – Steven

Father/Daughter Records

A moniker can offer many things for an artist, not least a sense of separation between their ‘real’ and performing selves, but while Steven Raekwon Reynolds released his latest record Steven under the name S. Raekwon, the album’s title is suggestive of the manner in which the songs work to close this gap in search of authenticity. Because this is a personal album in the most practical sense. Reynolds did all the writing, production, engineering and mixing, not to mention played every instrument with the exception of the drums. What emerged is a collection of songs which serves to illuminate the different parts of their curator, as though the record is a prism through which he shines himself, each track a different wavelength of his personality stratified according to mood. “Maybe subliminally or unconsciously, the songs kind of grouped together in a certain way to explore different areas of myself,” he explains. “The beginning is rage and angriness in a certain way. The middle is this uncertainty of questioning yourself, who you are, and if you’re a good person. And then at the end, I think it comes to a place of resolution. I’m just examining myself and trying to come to a better understanding of who I am.”

Sinai Vessel – I SING

Keeled Scales

In October, Caleb Cordes announced that Sinai Vessel, his moniker for the past fifteen years, had come to an end. “You have taught me everything and I’m taking it all with me,” he wrote in a statement of social media, looking forward to new, healthier future without the constant striving for further success and recognition in the cockfight that is the music industry. Released back in the summer before this news broke, the fourth Sinai Vessel album I SING represents both a parting gift from a project that has meant so much to so many, and a frank examination of the factors which grind artists down to the point of submission, taking on themes so often absent from art with a sincere yet unromantic air. “I sing for a reason,” Cordes sings on the title track. “My reason’s the same // as the nurses buying rentals
/ and rides to broadway
/ who fill up big bars on buses
/ and fall off shit-faced / and the trained men who clock in / coming back from smoke breaks
/ who zoom in from satellites
/ to bomb palisades.” Because I SING is an album about the rarest of things: money, or the lack thereof. How contemporary society seems built to punish anyone who dares attempt a living through art, and the ways in which the compulsion to create persists in ways both magical and mundane. “I sing ‘cos I wake up
/ again and again,” as the title track continues. “It never stops coming
/ it doesn’t make sense.” Sinai Vessel is dead, long live Caleb Cordes.

Slippers – So You Like Slippers

Lame-O Records

“It was childhood residence Atlanta that lit Madeleine BB’s creative fire. The city is home to the headquarters of Cartoon Network, which inspired not only her interest in animation, but indie rock too. ‘Cartoon Network… was a big part of my life growing up,’ she says. ‘They always had a lot of indie bands in the fold there—I remember there was this Powerpuff Girls music compilation that had Devo and Apples in Stereo and Shonen Knife on it. My dad bought that for me and I just became obsessed with it.’ Many of the tracks on [Slippers‘] So You Like Slippers? are a product of this kind of cross pollination, either inspired by or written specifically for BB’s animations. ‘I was trying to make these jokey kid’s songs, sort of like They Might Be Giants, to go along with my animations,’ she describes, and it’s clear this visual starting point provided a sense of creative freedom. License to write quickly and without inhibition, and the ability to explore themes and feelings that could be painstakingly overwrought with charming ease.” [Review]

Tasha – All This and So Much More

Bayonet Records

“Finds an artist embracing the pace and breadth of their new life. Confronting each day with a sense of defiance rather than looking for somewhere to hide.” So we wrote of Tasha‘s All This and So Much More in a preview back in the summer, an album written amid a flurry of experiences that ran the gamut between agonising (unexpected grief, an abrupt separation) and amazing (a role in the Tony-nominated Broadway musical Illinoise). Where many might have sought some form of retreat from life’s constant barrage of change, the Chicago artist instead decided to lean into the momentum to embrace the potential of forward motion. “I’m overcome at the wonder around me,” she sings on the quasi-title track ‘So Much More’. “I fill my lungs, feel the air rush inside me / Could this be fun? Could I be happy?” The album works through the doubt of such questions with decisiveness, choosing to believe that the impossible might be true, life a joyous experience after all. “What if my hope didn’t have a ceiling? / What I want most, all I imagined / What if I chose to settle for nothing less than magic?”

Trace Mountains – Into the Burning Blue

Lame-O Records

Glance at the title of Trace Mountains‘ latest album Into the Burning Blue and you’d be forgiven for expecting a descent into something deep and dark, an assumption only strengthened by opener ‘In a Dream’. “A dispatch from whatever stage of capitalism we’re calling contemporary America as delivered from a breathless nighttime bike ride,” as we wrote of the track back in the summer. “The effect is passing through a dark passage full of eerie shadow without quite knowing if there’s an exit at the other end.” Yet rather than barrelling down towards some nadir, the track’s glittering eighties rock sensibilities manage to invert the arc, the climax instead finding Dave Benton breaching the surface into a wider world. Which isn’t to say the rest of Into the Burning Blue is bright and affirming, it is after all a record concerning the end and aftermath of a long-term relationship, rather that the shades of blue on offer are far more nuanced and diverse than you might at first expect. A picture of person moving through conflict and loss attuned to all the accompanying tones that come with it, and one delivered with all the widescreen confidence of Petty or Springsteen to boot.

villagerrr – Tear Your Heart Out

Darling Recordings

Zeroing in on life’s small, ostensibly ordinary moments to find the meaning within, villagerrr‘s latest album Tear Your Heart Out sees Mark Allen Scott embrace his Midwestern roots for a country-inflected brand of indie rock. Chillicothe, Ohio might have felt constrictive growing up, but home is home and soon a sense of fondness began to blossom, and with it came a desire to acknowledge the fact. “I want to wear where I’m from and my family on my sleeve,” Scott explains. “I’m proud of the twangy influence in my music from corny country songs I’d hear on the bus rides to school. I feel like I’m reclaiming where I come from and making it my own.” The result is a decidedly empathetic collection of songs able to zoom close to the smallest details of small town life, be it light through a sunroof, the smell of cut grass or pencil drawings made in an effort to preserve memories. Some of the tracks are tortured in their own quiet way (“Falling in and out of trust / With the ones you loved before,” as he sings on ‘Cry On’, “It’s not the way I hoped it would be / Oh, no”), some wryly funny (“I see you wearing your Carhartt jeans / Talking ’bout how you don’t got money,” is a refrain in ‘Car Heat’), but all are wrapped in a sense of understanding, as though villagerrr attempts to see through the tangle of emotions to see the fallible humans struggling underneath.

Waxahatchee – Tigers Blood

Anti- Records

When released in 2020, Waxahatchee‘s fifth full-length Saint Cloud felt like the pinnacle of the project, Katie Crutchfield pivots towards an alt-country aesthetic so seamless and fitting it appeared to be some form of completion. Only for Tigers Blood to roll around a few years later, an album which sees the Waxahatchee star rise even further. Unfazed by recent popularity, Crutchfield and co. resisted all the trappings of success and temptations to transcend into the mainstream to instead focus on the present. There are no synths on Tigers Blood. No cinematic pop flourishes. No indication of burning through a newly weighty budget. Which is to say, the album finds Crutchfield not so much dreaming of what Waxahatchee could become, but instead concentrating on exactly what it is. The result is full of heart, romance and hard-won authenticity that could only stem from a place of confidence. Waxahatchee might have found its final form, but you sense this is only its beginning.

Wendy Eisenberg – Viewfinder

American Dreams

“When Wendy Eisenberg finally got Lasik surgery after a lifelong struggle against an assortment of ocular and vision-based afflictions, the resulting impact went far deeper than they perhaps expected […] Viewfinder emerges from within this new experience of the world, reckoning with exactly what it means to see and not to see, and how beauty and meaning are inherent within both experiences […] How does our understanding of the physical world change according to our ability to visually perceive it? And what about other planes—the emotional, spiritual and metaphysical?” [Review]

West of Roan – Queen of Eyes

Spinster

“A god of doorways and portals, a god of seeing in the dark and in dreams, a saint of weeping in sorrow or in joy.” That’s how Laurel Premo, writing in the album notes, describes the titular figure of West of Roan‘s latest record Queen of Eyes. The guide which leads Annie Schermer and Channing Showalter deep into a realm of myth, archetype and imagery, some otherworld beneath our own which bears the load of all that has been before and will surely arrive in time. A place where both personal, historical and cultural trauma unwinds itself as story. When we say West of Roan is a project steeped in the folk tradition, we mean it in a fundamental sense beyond any musical style. That urge to communicate, console, explain or contextualise. To take on the largest of themes in the ways humans always have. The result isn’t so much ambiguous as multifaceted. Stark, beguiling, full of glory and grief. As mysterious as the Queen herself, demanding you submit to its forces to discover the transcendence within.

Why Bonnie – Wish On The Bone

Fire Talk

“How do we live authentically within a world which demands we perform and pretend? Is it possible to confront the true dismal nature of things and still retain a sense of hope? Such questions have weighed on [Blair] Howerton since previous Why Bonnie album 90 in November, not least because she felt she had evolved beyond the wistful country-inflected style those songs presented. “I’ve changed since that album, and I trust that I’ll probably continue to change,” as Howerton explains. Wish On The Bone looks to pinpoint who she is at this point in time without committing to any lasting identity. To possess the confidence to work beyond the expectations of preconception and present however feels right within the current moment. Hence an album which foregoes easy pigeonholing in terms of style, unified instead by the defiant new self-confidence which underpins it. “You owe it to the people who are experiencing the worst to just keep pushing,” as Howerton concludes. “These songs were written out of hope for a better future. I’m not naïve, the world is fucked up, but I think you can radically accept that while still believing it’s possible to change things.” [Review]

Wild Pink – Dulling the Horns

Fire Talk

If recent years have seen Wild Pink’s star rise, then Dulling the Horns could be said to see it begin its arc back earthward, returning not to obscurity but a gravity-saddled weight and heft, the loud rush of the atmosphere roaring in its ears. Recorded live with all the grit and raw energy of the band’s live show left intact, it feels like both a throwback to their early work and a new chapter entirely, losing the wide-screen scope and sparkling electronics in favour of something with a little less polish.  “I didn’t want to clean up anymore,” says lead John Ross. “In doing so we’ve arrived at a new place.” Thematically it leaps around, touching on everything from Dracula and Michael Jordan to the Waco siege and Lefty Ruggiero, and this willingness to reach wide and chase tangents only furthers the sense of immediacy, resulting in the most urgent Wild Pink album to date.

Wishy – Triple Seven

Winspear

Released hot on the heels of December 2023’s successful EP Paradise, Wishy‘s debut full-length Triple Seven seemed to confirm suspicions the Indiana outfit possess the magic Midas touch, a spontaneous jackpot on first pull of the lever which included an NME cover among other such acclaim. And though the journey to that recognition was far more convoluted in reality, something about this iteration, led by songwriters Kevin Krauter and Nina Pitchkites, possesses an undeniable lightning-in-a-bottle charm. A sound which “pays homage to forebears […] while fashioning the nineties-nostalgic sound into something entirely their own,” as we put it, combining dream pop, shoegaze and indie rock influences into something as polished as it is fun.

Young Jesus – The Fool

Saddle Creek

“The pressures of touring had seen the original Young Jesus band slowly disintegrate, and the mosaic pop of Shepherd Head demanded hours spent alone in front of a computer. Exhausted and disillusioned by the process, Rossiter pined for something less abstract. A way to express his creativity rooted in the real world. So he turned to gardening, studying permaculture and the slow process of nurturing it demands. Only then came a chance encounter with Shahzad Ismaily, originating in a shared interest in the work of Milford Graves, and a slow process of coaxing. Rossiter would work on music then tend Ismaily’s New York garden between sessions. At home in LA, he did the reverse, planting trees and laying paths with Alex Babbitt and Alex Lappin before gathering around the piano to play and sing. Slowly the compulsion to make music returned, though now informed by the lessons learnt whilst working on the natural world. The resulting album The Fool feels like another milestone for Young Jesus. A continuation of the searching style which has so long marked the project, but one armed with a new array of tools and techniques to perhaps arrive closer to a satisfying end.” [Review]

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The album is the latest in a long line of releases from Ben and Adam Parker. Starting as Tempertwig back in the halcyon days of noughties indie, the pair shifted through various projects including Nosferatu D2 and The Superman Revenge Squad Band before eventually settling on their current iteration. The pair won acclaim from various corners with each release, building a loyal fanbase in the way Audio Antihero artists seem to do best, but always sitting uncomfortably within a music industry which often asks too much of its would-be stars. But where some sell out and others self-destruct, the Parkers decided to operate on their own terms, appearing and disappearing as it suited them, always changing, always staying the same.

Following on from similar retrospective features on Benjamin Shaw, Fighting Kites, Broken Shoulder, Frog (parts 1 and 2) and Magana, we have again enlisted Jamie Halliday from Audio Antihero to share their memories on the Parker brothers’ career, from the early days right up to the present day. Read on below!

I’ve worked with Ben and Adam Parker on and off since the Audio Antihero record label’s inception in 2009 when I released Nosferatu D2’s We’re Gonna Walk Around This City With Our Headphones on to Block Out the Noise. In the many years that have followed, I got the opportunity to work with them again with different names and lineups on records by The Superman Revenge Squad Band and Tempertwig.

I suppose it was a bit of a coincidence that Audio Antihero came out of hiding in late 2023 for Frog’s Grog album shortly after the Parker brothers had formed My Best Unbeaten Brother with Ben Fry. This lucky timing means I am fortunate enough to once again be their label. We did kind of a soft launch with the ‘Slayer on a Sunny Day‘ single in December, and the debut record, Pessimistic Pizza, was released late last month. I hope you’ll check it out if you get a chance.

The Parkers have had a strange journey, a kind of feast or famine in terms of output and people’s interest in their work. This is actually the first release I’ve done with them where the band is still active since previous titles have been posthumous, one-offs, or retrospectives. It’s almost a novelty to work with them on something where a follow-up release is a possibility, where the band is excited to get together to record radio sessions and play live, and maybe most importantly, where the songs we’re promoting reflect the artists in the present day.

I think my label’s history with Ben and Adam Parker illustrates that I’m quite big on documenting and archiving. That’s why I wanted Nosferatu D2’s album to be on CD, and that’s why Tempertwig demos were remastered and released. Too much stuff just disappears and so much context gets lost, oftentimes this happens with things far more important than Indie Rock, but that’s what I periodically choose to make myself responsible for, so essentially I’m doing this again here.

I wanted to record some kind of a history and evolution of the work of Ben and Adam Parker from Tempertwig to My Best Unbeaten Brother. It’s all through my eyes, and I’m not really sure who it’s for, but it’s something I wanted to exist for someone. Bands break up, labels give up, blogs go dark, and music platforms shut down, but there’s always someone who remembers, and too often I’ve sought out a band or a song and found nothing. So, I like the idea that the following links, quotes, and memories are consolidated in one place should that person ever come looking for them.

TEMPERTWIG

Tempertwig was a 3 piece band from Croydon that I tried to make into a mixture of Pulp, Arab Strap, Dinosaur Jr and the Afghan Whigs. We started in 1999 and finished in 2004 I think. Along the way we recorded a bunch of songs at different places, got played by Steve Lamacq when he was on Radio 1, built up a small group of other bands that we liked playing with, then called it a day

—Ben Parker (For the Rabbits, 2019)

The chronology of Ben and Adam Parker’s musical exploits can feel a little jumbled on account of the irregular way that much of their music was released. So while the vast majority of their output didn’t receive a formal release until 2019 (their one previous commercial release was a seven-inch split single with Air Formation), Tempertwig came first.

The trio (completed by bassist Daniel Debono) went from scrappy post-punk to something that the late great Cereal & Sounds blog called “Angled hooks, mathematical elasticity, and unbridled ferocity,” before dubbing Ben and Adam Parker “the lost pioneers of the indie-emo scene.” You can believe I ran hard with that line in our press materials.

When discussing the meaning of the song ‘Bratpack Film Philosophy’,” Ben told The Alternative: “The lyrics are inspired by the Breakfast Club, awful small talk at parties and a Motown collection on record that I got from a charity shop at university that had “I’m still waiting” by Diana Ross on it.” Ben’s lyrics often mix these references to good and bad media with the very real frustrations and disappointments that come with trying to find a way to live, connect, and relate. It’s through this combination that he creates a rat king of dissatisfaction, where the dull and drab become something frantic and frightening.

I’ve seen Tempertwig described (probably on the Drowned in Sound forum?) as something like “Nosferatu D2 with a bassist / distortion pedal,” which is factually true, but doesn’t necessarily give them their due. When compared to other more streamlined outlets for Ben’s songs, the depth of the sound, and the variety of the arrangements can be quite exhilarating to listen to. The spark that made Nosferatu D2 a small cult success is always there too, that bizarre sibling chemistry between a Metal drummer and a Bonnie Prince Billy nerd.

Nosferatu D2 and Superman Revenge Squad’s songs often push us to question how, if none of this matters, we can feel how we do. If there’s no meaning to any of this, why do we fill our homes with books and records? Why do we write, think, and take ourselves out into crowded shopping centres in search of touch and meaning? For me, Tempertwig possessed that same swollen contradiction. “Why is the bedroom so cold, etc etc.”

When reflecting on their live shows in 2019, Adam mentioned: “Every song was like a race to the end – the adrenaline definitely took hold when we played gigs, which gave us an edge of barely controlled chaos.” Ben told God Is In the TV that their anthology release contained a: “younger version of me that I can barely recognise in places.”

NOSFERATU D2

This record perfectly depicts disillusionment with the place you live or the relationship you’re in, but are completely unable to bring yourself to get away from. Brothers Adam and Ben Parker– Adam whose drumming is up there with any drummer I’ve ever heard, and Ben whose lyrics are perfect in their hopelessness

—Gareth Campesinos! (Pitchfork)

Nosferatu D2 broke up in 2007 and the Audio Antihero record label was started around their unreleased debut album in 2009. It was a silly idea that panned out quite well on account of a small but enthusiastic fanbase, which included Gareth Campesinos! (who wrote a very kind piece about the album on the Los Campesinos! website), and a small fleet of music bloggers. The unexpected interest helped us get support from  Pitchfork, Drowned in Sound,  The Line of Best Fit,  DIY Mag, The Skinny, BBC 6 Music, Public Radio International’s ‘The World’ and a heap of others. If you’ve heard of the Parker brothers (or Audio Antihero, for that matter), it’s quite likely that Nosferatu D2 is the reason why.

They’ve been one of my favourite bands since I was a teenager, but I’ve always had a hard time articulating what it is exactly that I love so much. The lyrics, of course, and the urgency that’s perhaps exemplified by the immediacy of ‘Broken Tamagotchi’ or the frantic ‘Springsteen’. This quality of urgency doesn’t always mean fast and loud though, it can be found in other ways and at other tempos.

I was once practically yelled at by a music degree student about ‘Colonel Parker’, who found its jolting stop-start so miserably unmusical. There’s also ‘I Killed Burt Bacharach’, which I saw reviewed once as something like “Radiohead stuck in the mud.” Evidently, these songs are not to everyone’s taste, but there’s an urgency in their delay. Some might hear aimlessness, but to me, it sounds like a desperate attempt for the Parkers to ground themselves, to hold onto some control, which inevitably slips away before the cathartic finale.

It was always far easier to describe the feeling than the sound, and so Nosferatu D2 was always something that you just needed to try in order to know if its rough edges were a positive or a negative for you I always loved this review quote: “Some kind of alchemy, not to be repeated—a mix of tension, bitterness, and a way with lyrics that no one has, or will, match”—Drowned in Sound

A lot of the interest in Nosferatu D2, and their moderate (but what was for us huge) success occurred before their music was sold via Bandcamp and iTunes, or streamed on Spotify and Apple Music. So, I suspect a lot of those connections were lost over the years as MP3s were deleted and boxes of CDs were shoved under the bed (and then out the door). At press and radio, a lot of their supporters were hobbyists who eventually got too busy with real life to keep up with fielding premiere pitches for so little in return.

Consequently, it’s kind of hard to really illustrate to the uninitiated that this little Nosferatu D2 revival was a pretty special moment in time, I don’t think Audio Antihero could have gotten through the first few years without the goodwill Nosferatu D2 had given us.

I spoke on this about as well as I’m going to when I made a pretty sombre Christmas mixtape for Various Small Flames last year:

It’s funny because Nosferatu D2 really did so well. As a dead band on a first-timer one-person DIY label, the album kinda overachieved and found an audience, but that CD-buying fanbase never quite translated to Spotify, which in part is my fault for being a late adapter but is probably also common for inactive independent releases. In recent years however, Nosferatu D2 have been getting a bit of a boost on Spotify at this time of year. This particular song has amassed a modestly respectable 37,000+ streams thanks to playlists like ‘christmas cries‘, ‘Christmas Music for Pretentious People‘, ‘loser christmas playlist‘, and bless them: ‘It’s Christmas time for God’s sake‘.

I don’t think that myself or either Parker had particularly aimed for their lasting legacy to be having a very nominal Christmas hit but as their song ‘A Footnote‘ illustrates: you’re lucky to be a part of all this any way that you can be. If you put enough time into it all then you’ll learn that there’s far worse things to be known for in music than having a song people like listening to.

For what it’s worth, “It’s Christmas Time (For God’s Sake)” is now up to just shy of 45,000 streams on Spotify.

When the album came out, I remember one review made a point of mocking the unsustainability of my “business model” on account of launching with an inactive band. I think it might have been the same review that said it was “absolute shit posing as absolute genius,” which I bitchily quoted on a later press release as “…absolute genius” because I thought that was a pretty funny thing to do at the time.

The writer was probably right about it all being a daft idea in theory, but in some ways, Nosferatu D2 were maybe an ideal band for a micro-revival. They’d done enough in their short lifespan to have a couple of higher-profile fans, they’d been featured by NME, BBC, and XFM, but they were also quite restrained in their live schedule and promotional efforts. There was still much that could be done, and perhaps even a small air of mystery about them, I didn’t even really know what the band looked like until I saw them live for the first time.

A 2006 interview with Ben Parker for Robots & Electronic Brains makes it pretty apparent that they weren’t terribly keen on compromise or becoming entangled in the more cynical or desperate aspects of making music. Re-reading the interview today, this quote stood out:

Adam’s got a sixteen-track that we take to the practice room, then he mixes it at home. I don’t ever want to go into a proper studio – I don’t like the kind of people you get working there. I really quite dislike the music industry and I think we aren’t part of it. I don’t really want to go back to spending loads of money and getting someone outside involved. Their influence just works its way in. I’m happy with what we’ve got, it’s immediate, and I like the fact when we’re played on the radio and stuff it’s just us two.

So, maybe in 2009, with a couple of years of distance, it was a solid option to allow in a DIY label that was helmed by an inexperienced superfan, one far too hapless to know how to try to manipulate them into something ugly or expensive. There was someone there to do the shamelessly enthusiastic (or enthusiastically shameless) promotion through channels that may have always just been waiting for something this different, someone who at that time was still too excited to really mind the indignities of a collapsing industry.

Speaking of shameless, one time I wanted to use a burner account to bump their legendary thread on the Drowned in Sound forum, but I forgot to log out of my label account first and posted something like “wow I just bought this album, so great!” on main. Mad embarrassing. When I remember who I was in the early years of this label, it makes more sense to me that Benjamin Shaw (Nosferatu D2’s only labelmate until 2011) was always making fun of me.

THE SUPERMAN REVENGE SQUAD BAND

This chronophobic dissatisfaction with how life turned out, paired with a lack of control over any of it, leads me to rehearse and remember negligible things, especially from the realm of popular culture, just so I can cling to something that allows me a pathetic sort of mastery and belonging. So much of my anxiety comes from cultural surplus, the acute unease of being always a curator, never a creator. I’m ashamed of how tragic I felt in discovering that I still know all of the words to Savage Garden’s “I Want You,” but that any other memory of my fifteen-year-old experience is virtually non-existent.

Ben Parker, formerly of Nosferatu D2, now recording solo as Superman Revenge Squad Band, has created an album that eloquently articulates these anxieties and musings with an alarming degree of accuracy. There is Nothing More Frightening Than the Passing of Time terrifies me as much as it comforts me to know that someone else is having these thoughts.

—From a High Horse

While those who discovered Tempertwig likely did so after Nosferatu D2, it was The Superman Revenge Squad’s 2013 album, There Is Nothing More Frightening Than the Passing of Time, which was the closest we’d gotten to what you could call a “follow up” to the duo’s well-received debut (until My Best Unbeaten Brother’s Pessimistic Pizza in June of 2024, of course).

Superman Revenge Squad briefly overlapped with Nosferatu D2 when Ben began uploading his solo recordings to Myspace before they called it quits shortly after supporting Los Campesinos! and Sky Larkin in March 2007 (as captured on ‘Live at The Spitz’).

Superman Revenge Squad evolved from Ben recording solo with an electric guitar to Ben recording solo on an acoustic guitar, and later he expanded the lineup to a duo (initially with Martin Webb on cello, and later with Tim Eveleigh on the accordion). If you were lucky though, you might have actually caught Adam joining him on stage to play drums for The Angriest Dog in the World, which was something I found spellbinding when I got to see it in 2009 or so (I believe at The Brixton Windmill).

Though the brothers had resumed (briefly) sharing stages, it would take a few more years before you’d hear them collaborating on new recordings. It wouldn’t be fair to refer to it as an album by Ben and Adam Parker however since the lineup for this record was expanded to The Superman Revenge Squad Band, featuring a lineup of Jon Roffey, Martin Webb, and Gavin Kinch who added saxophone, accordion, cello, and piano on top of Ben’s guitar and Adam’s drums.

As Ben had done previously with Superman Revenge Squad, he mixed new songs (‘Lately I’ve Found Myself Regressing’) with re-recordings of old songs (‘Kendo Nagasaki’), offering a more layered and immediate experience than he’d been able to offer under this moniker previously.

We wouldn’t recapture the same blitz of press support for this release, in part because so many past supporters of Nosferatu D2 and Superman Revenge Squad had moved on from music, and perhaps because just two months prior I’d burned through more favours than I realised during my unhinged press efforts for Cloud’s Comfort Songs. However the new album did well, the CDs sold out (I’ve lost my copy, and can’t even find one to buy back), we got some wonderfully thoughtful reviews, and Steve Lamacq and Gideon Coe were pretty generous with BBC airplay too.

It was a lovely experience with a lovely album. I’d wanted to work on something from Superman Revenge Squad for a long time, so to get to do so, and to find out yet again that his words and music could really move people felt good.

Here are some kind words about it:

…Practically bursts with melodic ideas thrumming off of tense accordions and wandering saxophones. In one way it sounds like Parker has gone off the deep end finally, but in another it is pure genius. You may recall we’ve done things like proclaim Parker England’s greatest contemporary lyricist, or characterize him here as “startlingly talented,” all of which still holds true

—Clicky Clicky Music

This album speaks to me on an almost embarrassingly intimate level… It’s been a long time since I was so interested in an album’s lyrical content

—The Album Wall

There’s something so special about There Is Nothing More Frightening Than the Passing of Time. It’s a record which deserves wider recognition, but will likely hold a special place only to those few fortunate enough to have come into contact with it. I for one am truly glad that I am one of those

—Gold Flake Paint

I suspect that the big band iteration of Superman Revenge Squad had always been intended to be short-lived, or sporadic at most, but the entire thing went quiet after this album. Ben continued to perform with The Jonbarr Hinge, a group he’d joined around 2010, and they released an album in 2015, but there were no more Superman Revenge Squad releases, and live shows eventually stopped too. As he’d told Clicky Clicky Music in 2008: “I’ll continue doing this until I don’t want to do it anymore.” I guess he didn’t want to do it anymore.

MY BEST UNBEATEN BROTHER

On the whole, despite often dealing with frustration and disappointment with the world, I hope the songs on the album convey a feeling of hope and some positivity. In the past, I have tended to write very much from a personal perspective, but I wanted to write stuff that is a little more universal.

—Ben Parker (MusicNGear, 2024)

Formed in 2023, My Best Unbeaten Brother began when Ben Parker happened to bump into Ben Fry, his former Jonbarr Hinge bandmate. Parker had already been experimenting with music again during lockdown and Fry’s interest in helping him flesh these songs out as bassist became the foundation of the band. Adam then joined on drums to make them a trio, a lineup that the Parkers hadn’t been a part of since Tempertwig’s split in 2004.

Their music is both familiar and strange. On one hand, they’re both very much who they always were, Ben Parker’s lyricism is still full of wit and passion, and the generally quiet and unassuming Adam is still an absolute madman behind his kit. On the other, after what we’ve heard from them before, it can be bewildering to hear Ben Parker yell “Come on! Come on!” or allow himself a bit of guitar solo.

The hopelessness found in the early work of Ben and Adam Parker verged on nihilism, stylistically, they’d usually sought to strip elements from their sound (for example, never utilising distortion pedals in Nosferatu D2). They were never self-important but there was a seriousness to them in that they knew enough about what they wanted to know what they didn’t, and so they walked away at the band’s peak, and when the posthumous release created even greater interest, they refused to reform, focusing on the projects they found more interesting.

People would tell me to “make” a Nosferatu D2 reunion happen, and my response was a politer “How the fuck do you expect me to do that?” I’d maybe talked them into some things they were unsure about, but I was never going to convince them to do something they didn’t want to, and I wouldn’t particularly wish to either.

When Ben lowered the volume as Superman Revenge Squad, it helped to highlight some of the humour that was always present in Tempertwig and Nosferatu D2, but a bit obscured by the rapid pace and yelping. But much of the lightness of his solo material was through self-deprecation (“I’m only mocking myself” he told God Is In the TV in 2013) or a cheeky warning about our own meaninglessness and impermanence through a pop culture reference to something that doesn’t exist anymore.

If Nosferatu D2 were shrugging into the abyss, then Superman Revenge Squad was shuffling into obscurity, and not even adding sax and accordion could really change that. It feels appropriate to me that the single artwork for ‘A Funny Thing You Said’ was inspired by the iconic and harrowing climax of Lucio Fulci’s The Beyond.

With My Best Unbeaten Brother though, they seem to be really having fun, and without the feeling that they should be ashamed of that. Self-described as “overly self-conscious men reborn as less self-conscious men, now too old to worry about indie credit,” there’s a looseness and a sense of freedom in their work. As Ben Parker told Marc Schuster of Abominations: “In the past, I set myself pretty strict rules when approaching music-making: no guitar pedals for one. With this new stuff, I’m just going with whatever comes and ultimately it all sounds like us somehow! I’ve even allowed myself a guitar solo on one song, which I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near previously.”

Lyrically the songs could almost be seen as a condemnation of their past selves, ‘It’s Not Embarrassing to Care About Stuff’ pushes back on fan-favourites like ‘The Kids from Fame’ and ‘Bratpack Film Philosophy’ by turning the “1980s film that no-one liked, that you quite liked” into a source of inspiration, rather than one of defeat or tedious ‘fake nostalgia’. The line “I never liked Bruce Springsteen, but I always envied that he cared” even questions the message of Nosferatu D2’s “Springsteen” (an apathetic Croydon counter to ‘My Hometown’) by willing us to find a way to find meaning and purpose–unless “we’re too old to care?”

In a Q&A some years ago, Ben Parker was asked who would play him in a film about his life, and he responded: “I’ll let the director choose and then complain at the premiere.” Just a lighthearted bit of cheek, but you could choose to see his answer as representative of where he was back then. Waiting for things to go wrong so that he can complain about them isn’t him in 2024, but for years Parker had written songs about watching the erosion of a world he didn’t much seem to care for, if he ever thought to offer a solution it rarely went much further than a trip to Wetherspoons or a doomed plan to get on Top of the Pops. His message now is much more about doing what you can and finding meaning in what you do.

Tempertwig’s This Means Everything, This Don’t Mean a Thing featured the ‘I’m not Bono’ refrain, which he later explained to mean: “I’d like to create music that would help… songs that bring people together but it probably wasn’t in me.” In 2024 though, he sings: “There’s a song / Building up inside of you that’s gonna change the world / And all your Bono fantasies are gonna take hold.”

These songs don’t necessarily have answers to all of his past work, but sometimes they change the question. Superman Revenge Squad seemed to show him willing himself to find meaning in his “box of old records” or those reviews that called him “an adequate lyricist,” but now a father, it seems his purpose is having these things so that they can be left behind for his son to explore. The question of what “these stupid songs I sing for something to do” are all worth will ultimately be left for the younger Parker to answer.

In a Resonance FM interview with the two Bens, Parker told deXter Bentley some of his prior writing had been indecipherably personal, and he was now trying to write more broadly, about things that are more relatable, or of importance on a larger scale. So while he still takes shots at figures of pop culture, it’s not because he doesn’t like the later Smashing Pumpkins albums, it’s because he’s “sick and tired of punching down,” and this feeling is no longer compatible with being a fan of Morrissey, even if, as he recently told The Daily Music Report, Reel Around the Fountain was a pivotal inspiration for his beginnings as a songwriter.

On the matter of other artists though, sometimes he was right the first time. Radiohead’s bullshit around Israel, and opposition to the BDS movement in support of Palestine has finally made me connect with Ben’s old Public Enemy homage: “Thom Yorke was a hero to most, but he never meant that much to me.”

Despite all the differences, much is still the same. Ben and Adam Parker are still unmistakably themselves, and Ben Fry, who brings a wealth of creativity to both their music and their artwork, is an addition that reaffirms the Parker brothers’ individuality, rather than diluting it. When speaking to the Hello GoodBye Show, Fry mentioned how playing in My Best Unbeaten Brother was allowing him to channel his own anger at the state of this miserable world through Ben’s words, and their collective art. There’s that important feeling of doing something rather than nothing, which is now so crucial.

When reflecting on Nosferatu D2’s “A Footnote” in 2011, Ben had said: “The main concept of the song comes from the fact that we’d probably never be famous enough to have a rock biography written about us, but maybe one of the bands we’ve played with a few times will one day get massive and there might just be a quote in the book that has a footnote that, when you look it up, references me; and maybe that will be enough.”

I always found that ambition to be quite humble, and even inspiring. In 2024 though, as he told Amplify the Noise, that concept of legacy may not be really even worth engaging with: “More than ever, you have to be making music and writing songs just for the joy of making music and writing songs. You ask yourself. why are you bothering, and you just have to avoid the question and carry on.”

And he’s right. Indie credit doesn’t last forever. You could take it to the grave, but it wouldn’t do you any good.

Pessimistic Pizza is out now via Audio Antihero and available from the My Best Unbeaten Brother Bandcamp page.

Cover Photo by Tony Robertson

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Hailing from Iran and now based in Paris, 9T Antiope has served as a vehicle for duo Nima Aghiani and Sara Bigdeli Shamloo to explore the unique difficulties of the expatriate experience. New album Horror Vacui lives up to its title to go further still. To live between two cultures is to never quite belong to either, to perpetually seek firmer roots in the present while fighting the fear of forgetting where you have come from, or even that place forgetting you. 9T Antiope address such dualities with a concept album almost cinematic in scope, and single ‘Shapeshift’ offers a compelling mix of haunting and alluring tones to welcome the listener through its doors.

Beti Masenqo – better than before

Following last summer’s debut single ‘much of anything’, which we described as a “delicate [and] often reflective folk [song] which ties together melancholy and joy with a wistful thread,” California songwriter Beti Masenqo is back with a new song, ‘better than before’. What she describes as “a nostalgic tune about loving someone who is plagued with uncertainty,” the track pairs an upbeat rhythm with another reflective tone, capturing a bittersweet mood which looks to shake free of doubt and look towards something brighter.

‘better than before’ is out now via streaming services.

Blitzen Trapper – Cosmic Backseat Education

Portland, Oregon‘s Blizten Trapper have been a significant force in indie rock for over twenty years now, and new album 100’s of 1000’s, Millions of Billions, coming this spring on Yep Roc Records, returns to the ideals which first fired the project into being to explore ideas of freedom and rebirth. With guests including Eric D. Johnson (Fruit Bats/Bonny Light Horseman) and Anna Tivel, the album melds earnest folk/psych rock with something more metaphysical. Lead single ‘Cosmic Backseat Education’ returns to the childhood experience of listening to the radio in the car, when music was nothing more than a source of joy. The video, directed by Mychal Sargent, offers a playful dimension, riffing off Mr Rogers and ultimately questioning just who is in control of the puppet/puppeteer relationship.

100’s of 1000’s, Millions of Billions is out on the 17th May via Yep Roc Records.

Crow Baby – Pity Party

Having both been raised in Johannesburg multi-instrumentalists Cherilyn MacNeil and Jean-Louise Parker formed Crow Baby upon being reunited in Berlin. Debut album Get Yourself Together will be released this spring, and if single ‘Pity Party’ is anything to go by, it’s going to be quite the ride. An ever-shifting track which never quite settles in any one shape, creating and undermining a number of moods and meanings, and ultimately leaving the listener to question the very ground beneath their feet. The result is something as clever as it is infectious, and as the triumphant chorus comes around, the self-pity is proven to be anything but.

Get Yourself Together will be released this spring via Duchess Box Records.

Grocer – Packrat

We’ve covered Philadelphia‘s Grocer several times in recent years, always appreciating the unapologetic chaos of their sound. Recent EP Scatter Plot felt like a band exploring the possible new directions such a style might take, and this spring sees Grocer return with their second full-length on Grind Select to capitalise on these gains. Evoking the sensation of “feeling stricken with the inability to make decisions and the procrastination paralysis of anxiety,” single ‘Packrat’ finds Grocer at their most collaborative, trusting in the bonds which have now developed between the members to make something far greater than the sum of its parts.

Hot Wheels – August

What do you get if you mix equal parts Brian Eno, Julee Cruise and Link Wray? LA-based painter and musician Dan Bruinooge, AKA Hot Wheels, has the answer with ‘August’, a new single on Earth Libraries. The song looks to add sixties surf and ambient sensibilities to nostalgic dream pop in order to bring to life a sonic representation of the culture and climate of California. But far from being a blissed-out image of Western sun and sea, ‘August’ sees Hot Wheels mine the landscape for all of its complexities and contradictions, where every instance of natural beauty is countered by gridlocked traffic, and apparently carefree summers are stalked by worsening wild fires.

‘August’ is out now via Earth Libraries.

Little Wings – Bubbles Go Pop

Kyle Field has recorded under the moniker Little Wings since the late nineties, pushing and pulling his folk rock sound into every shape imaginable while leaning into the joy of the ephemeral moment. A few years ago Antiquated Future tried to capture this ever-shifting style in one album with Sing Wide (Selected Songs 2002​-​2019), though true to the spirit of the project, Field has since taken the Little Wings sound onwards. New full-length High On The Glade will be released this spring on Perpetual Doom, and single ‘Bubbles Go Pop’ is every bit as idiosyncratic and inventive as you’d hope. With its ramshackle percussion and sing-song melody, it tells the story of a wild party in a zany vaudevillian procession befitting of a Pynchon novel. “The bubbles go pop,” as Field sings, “the laughter doesn’t stop / Effervescence grows into a roar.”

Night Hawk – Bedroom Waltz

Back in February we featured Night Hawk, the Brunswick, Maine-based project led by Colter Adams and Peyton Semjen. As we wrote previously, the pair work alongside “a rotating cast of band members […] to create a sound which evokes the Edward Hopper painting after which they are named.” After a slew of singles, the band are readying their debut EP, Everything Good Ends, and have just unveiled lead single ‘Bedroom Waltz’ as a taster of what to expect. It’s a picture of a relationship curdled by overdependence, depicted with both raw feeling and poetic grace. Cello and guitar weave across each other in somber patterns, while the percussion drives things forward towards the eventual cathartic climax.

In love with an addict
He works fighting fires
He gets paid in forgiveness
And he never gets tired

Trailer Dust – Sunday Morning (feat. Kelley Swindall) (The Velvet Underground Cover)

Taking inspiration from the likes of Sparklehorse and Sonic Youth and adding a country inflection, Trailer Dust is the new project of songwriter/producer, Greg Griffith. As if to highlight the success of such a marriage, Griffith has enlisted Kelley Swindall for a take on The Velvet Underground’s ‘Sunday Morning’. A version which swaps the dreamy drift of the original for something with more dirt on its boots. Griffith and Swindall’s chemistry is clear in the playful, carefree atmosphere, the song lifting towards its affirming conclusion as though gambolling in childlike wonder.

‘Sunday Morning’ is out now via streaming services.

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The new solo project of Isabelle Banos, who you might know as the synth-bassist of Caveboy, Ballsy looks to the nineties for its amped up emotions—from grunge to the golden age of pop punk. As new single ‘Joe Millionaire’ highlights, such intensity and energy is central to the venture. A song about the climate emergency which typifies the way Banos uses songs to take on the biggest problems of our time with youthful defiance and optimism. “There are really positive and motivating things happening behind the scenes that the news won’t cover because it isn’t click bait,” they explain, “but we CAN save our planet if we keep fighting.”

Bnny – Good Stuff

Back in 2022 we wrote about Bnny, the recording project of Chicago-based artist Jessica Viscius. The single ‘I’m Just Fine‘ showed “what appears to be a mundane encounter is transformed into something else.” Namely, a study of heartbreak and denial presented with the most minimal of details. The title of new album, One Million Love Songs, coming this April on Fire Talk, suggests something brighter this time around and single ‘Good Stuff’ appears to deliver with one of Bnny’s most upbeat songs to date. Though beneath the surface lingers the spectre of something darker. “It’s a breakup song,” as Viscius explains, “but it’s hopeful, optimistic even. Or perhaps it’s just the denial, hoping things will be different next time, hoping that love can save you.”

One Million Love Songs will be released via Fire Talk on 5th April. Pre-order from the Bnny Bandcamp page.

 Empty Heaven – End Times!

Laughing, the forthcoming album from San Antonio‘s Empty Heaven, sees something of a change for the band. They describe their previous record Getting the Blues as like trying “to squeeze blood from a turnip,” with a nightmarish labyrinthine narrative brought to life in painstaking detail, with the band having to fight for every second set down. By comparison, Laughing stemmed from a period in which it felt there were too many ideas in the world, leaving Empty Heaven to mine as much of this rich seam as possible. With its frenzied narrator, lead single ‘End Times!’ very much feels like a product of such process. A manic vision of the encroaching apocalypse delivered with a zeal which leaves you wondering if you are listening to a prophet or paranoid crank.

 Lola Wild – Get Up

With debut EP coming soon via Tip Top Recordings, Lola Wild has released single ‘Get Up’, a single which shows an artist who owes as much to classics like Roy Orbison as contemporaries Sharon Van Etten and The Beths. “This track is an ode to my little youth,” Wild explains. “Like most young people, you do and say what you thought at the time was necessary to block out certain aspects of life, I guess. Eventually it just got to the point where I needed to get up, move on and sort my stuff out.” But more than a broad brushstroke picture of a past time, the song delves deeper to reveal the patchwork of concerns and anxieties which so often make up young life. A style “influenced by my obsession with the sad clown paradox,” as Wild continues, “the contradiction between outward appearance and internal emotions, hiding true feelings behind a facade of happiness.”

‘Get up’ is out now via Tip Top Records.

Malice K – Radio

Having recently signed with Jagjaguwar, Olympia-born, Brooklyn based artist Malice K has shared single ‘Radio’ as a preview of what’s coming next. Co-produced by Strange Ranger‘s Issac Eiger, the song offers a picture of a singular artist pushing themselves to a new level. Where searching emotion and detached cool co-exist without any sense of contradiction, and the strange line between agency and fate keep the narrator uncertain of how exactly to view their own sorry state. Watch the video directed by Johann Rashid below:

‘Radio’ is out now via streaming services.

Old Amica – Everyone We Know

Comprising of five songs originally written and recorded twelve years ago for their debut Debris, it’s not quite correct to refer to the forthcoming EP by Swedish duo Old Amica “new.” Titled Debris Sides, the EP takes songs the band say were “hiding on slowly disintegrating hard drives until now,” and finally unveils them to the world, resulting in a slightly uncanny blend of old and new. Built almost entirely from a melange of recorded and sampled voices, lead single ‘Everyone We Know’ is suitably strange. Old Amica describe it as “a song about being followed and the intensifying paranoia,” and the song invites the listener into this headspace as the enveloping sound builds.

Debris Sides is due for release on 16th February.

Olin Janusz – The Throat

Dark and elegant and brooding, ‘The Throat’ is the lead single from Please Leave Quietly, the debut album from London-born, Boston-based songwriter Olin Janusz. The record, a joint release from Stellar Frequencies, Araki Records and Candlepin Records, sits at an intense and individual intersection of chamber folk and slowcore. Janusz’s work often presents with a weary melancholy, something derived from both “the primordial struggle of working class upbringing and his own poor decisions,” and ‘The Throat’ disperses this emotion into its various component parts—tenderness, fatalism and patient attention. Watch Joan Sabatier’s Bergman-esque video below:

Please Leave Quietly will be released on 5th April via Stellar Frequencies, Araki Records and Candlepin Records. In the meantime you can get ‘The Throat’ as a digital single from the Stellar Frequencies Bandcamp page.

Still Corners – The Dream

The title of Dream Talk, the forthcoming album from Still Corners, speaks not only to the sound of the record but the creative process which brought it into being. “I had tapped into something new,” Tessa Murray explains of writing/recording the songs, “and the way it came out was quite hypnotic, like a transitional state between wakefulness and sleep.” Latest single ‘The Dream’ pushes into the oneiric depths of this style, taking inspiration from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer’s Night Dream to weave something rooted in narrative yet unrooted in waking reality. What the band describe as an investigation of “the Mystery of the Repeating Dream.” The song comes complete with a video filmed by Darcie Thompson and directed by Murray and Hughes themselves which sees the duo weave a whole cozy crime-style narrative around this mystery.

Dream Talk is out on the 5th April via Wrecking Light Records and you can pre-order it now.

 Surf Party, USA – Barrel

With a new self-titled album pencilled for release this spring, Surf Party, USA have shared the appropriately titled ‘Barrel’ to whet the appetite as to the approaching waves. The project sees Ben Weinman (Bones Forever, Boys Go To Jupiter) and Nate Hollander (Boots Deatherage, One Hour Photo) draw on their childhoods in California to create a sun-baked, salt-encrusted sound. One which allows them to, in their own words, “write humorously and to touch on themes they likely wouldn’t in their more “serious” endeavors—joy, friendship, peace, drinking beer, and, of course, surfing.” But don’t underestimate the scope of forthcoming record, a concept album looking to do more with the genre than anyone might expect. The epic ‘Barrel’ is convincing proof Surf Party, USA are going to ride this promise all the way to the shore.

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Radio Heat has this idea baked into its very bones, Desiree Cannon holding the creation of songs as a kind of alchemical process. With a country-inflected style that reaches towards everything from dark pop and surf influences, Cannon brings an assortment of pain and doubt to the table in an attempt to transform it into something different. As though a song is a kind of machine able to transmute suffering into beauty, not only for the artist but the audience too.

Lead single and album opener, the title track is a door through which the listener is invited to witness this process in action. “I wished for a brighter start for you / Picturing day’s first light / Like a tide running over your door,” as Cannon sings with something like weary fondness. “Hot water on cold veins / When a soft beat drops like a screen / I know, and I know you’ve got it too.”

I can feel radio heat on
While you walk to my back I retreat
Now everytime before like
A box of matches in the sink on fire

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Nosferatu D2 – ‘It’s Christmas Time (For God’s Sake)’

It makes sense to start at the beginning, doesn’t it? This song comes from Nosferatu D2’s posthumous debut final album: We’re Gonna Walk Around This City With Our Headphones On To Block Out The Noise. Audio Antihero started in 2009 to release this album since no one else was going to and I wanted it on CD. Thanks to Gareth Campesinos! and lots of other folk, the album ended up doing really well–and for a long-time it was what this label would be known for. 

Honestly, I’ve been telling that same story for fourteen years. If anyone has been paying attention I’m sure they’re bored to tears hearing it again. I don’t get tired of Nosferatu D2 though, which is key because it can otherwise feel a bit sad to still be shilling ancient back-catalogue.

That was the point of this belated release though, I wanted people to hear it and I knew that I always would. As a label, it does feel great to have something new to share but I can’t imagine releasing an album that I didn’t least hope would still be worth talking about fourteen years later.

Like everything Nosferatu D2 did, the recording sounds like it’s held together by tape, and it rattles with the beat–but it might be my favourite ever Christmas song, certainly it’s the one I most relate to. In 2014, Spencer Madsen published ‘You Can Make Anything Sad’, and that title might best describe Nosferatu D2 and my connection to their work.

I often tell people that I “hate Christmas,” but what I truly hate is that I just can’t love Christmas. It’s no-showing the office party each year, it’s looking at the “Pound Shop Santa in a plastic sleigh” and feeling nothing, and it’s sitting down for Only Fools & Horses without comfort or contentment. I’d skip the whole thing if I could, and a few times I have.

It’s funny because Nosferatu D2 really did so well. As a dead band on a first timer one-person DIY label, the album kinda overachieved and found an audience, but that CD-buying fanbase never quite translated to Spotify, which in part is my fault for being a late adapter but is probably also common for inactive independent releases. In recent years however, Nosferatu D2 have been getting a bit of a boost on Spotify at this time of year. This particular song has amassed a modestly respectable 37,000+ streams thanks to playlists like ‘christmas cries‘, ‘Christmas Music for Pretentious People‘, ‘loser christmas playlist‘, and bless them: ‘It’s Christmas time for God’s sake‘. 

Between Nosferatu D2, The Superman Revenge Squad Band, and Tempertwig (featured by Various Small Flames here), I’ve worked on a few albums from the Parker brothers. I don’t think that myself or either Parker had particularly aimed for their lasting legacy to be having a very nominal Christmas hit but as their song ‘A Footnote‘ illustrates: you’re lucky to be a part of all this any way that you can be. If you put enough time into it all then you’ll learn that there’s far worse things to be known for in music than having a song people like listening to.

If people should ever want to explore songs like ‘Springsteen’, ‘Broken Tamagotchi’, ‘The Kids From ‘Fame’, ‘The Mojo Top 100’ or ‘Colonel Parker, they’ll all still be there.

Frog – Wish Upon a Bar

If Nosferatu D2 is what Audio Antihero was “known for” (relatively speaking) in its earlier years, then Frog (interviewed by Various Small Flames here) is what Audio Antihero is best known for now (still speaking relatively). ‘Wish Upon a Bar‘ is taken from their Kind of Blah album, which was the first of five that we’ve now worked on together. 

This 2015 album is certainly one of the favourites, though they’ve become so eclectic, and seen such an increase in their audience since that I don’t think there’s any clear favourite. Count Bateman has a lot of fans now and, from within my hyperfixation bubble, November’s GROG album is feeling like a phenomenon right now.

‘Wish Upon a Bar’ is highlight of an album filled with highlights (‘Judy Garland’, ‘All Dogs Go to Heaven’, ‘Catchyalater‘, ‘Photograph’, ‘Irish Goodbye’, ‘(Kind of Blah)’) and I think it has that special quality where it’s a song set over Christmas without being a song about Christmas. 

Don’t tell me where you are
don’t send me holiday cards
I’ma drop dead drunk on the FDR
I wish upon a bar

It’s almost Christmas time
the bartender’s cutting limes
and he asks you about your kids
you respectfully decline

The pain that Bateman describes in ‘Wish Upon a Bar’ existed in November and it’ll exist in January too. If anything, Christmas exists in ‘Wish Upon a Bar’ as a threat–it’s the looming presence of what feels like state-mandated closeness, and the pressure of expectation to feel what you maybe don’t and to be who you maybe aren’t.

To make a Cinematic comparison, 1974’s Black Christmas (considered by many to be the first North American-made slasher) is a brilliant horror film set over the holidays. The season informs the mise-en-scene and influences the circumstances of the plot, but what makes that film so haunting is the sheer randomness of the violence. This could have happened in any home at any time, but it happened here and now. Compared to a film like Silent Night, Deadly Night which relies on the novelty of a psycho-Santa killer, it’s clear how special Black Christmas is–and while it is a brilliant film to gather the children together for on Christmas morning, it shouldn’t be isolated in novelty sub-genre. If you’re not a horror fan, then think Die Hard vs. Jingle All the Way.

Just as there’s plenty of tedious Festive horror films, there’s a lot of shite Christmas songs too–and “Alternative” Christmas songs are no different. Punk covers of ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer’ with bonus-swears are just not for me. ‘Wish Upon a Bar’ and Black Christmas are works that can be appreciated all year round–but they do gain some unsettling powers as the weather gets colder.

Slotted onto Kind of Blah at track three, the Christmas A Go Go! blog called it a “hidden Christmas track,” and I liked that.

Papernut Cambridge – ‘93 Million and One’

People tend to know Ian Button from his work in Death in Vegas, which is funny because I knew Death in Vegas for their work with Ian Button. Ian drummed for Audio Antihero alumni Paul Hawkins & The Awkward Silences, but there’s no way to express his contribution to the group. As a producer, he helped to channel Hawkins’ raw talent and creativity into a blistering debut record for Jezus Factory Records. On stage, Ian helped to contain much of the chaos and was the foundation for increasingly ambitious arrangements.

He had been quietly releasing his own songs for a while but when Ian’s new Papernut Cambridge monicker debuted with ‘93 Million and One’ in the Darren Hayman & Fika Recordings 2011 advent calendar, I was pretty blown away.

From here, Papernut Cambridge became a fully-fledged project, and with the subsequent founding of Gare Du Nord Records, he seemed to really find the freedom to be as prolific and experimental as he truly wanted to be.

There’s lots of great Papernut Cambridge songs, clever, touching, funny, and eclectic, but this little Christmas surprise is the one I always come back to. Whether it’s leading the charge or as a helping hand for the works of others, Ian is a real gift to music and a joy to know.

Benjamin Shaw & Fighting Kites – ‘This Christmas (I Just Want to be Left Alone)’

This was Audio Antihero’s only halfway earnest attempt at a Christmas single. Fighting Kites (featured by Various Small Flames here) were a brilliant band, instrumental and experimental without being pretentious. Their songs were danceable, melodic, beautiful, and fun. I have many joyful memories from their shows.

Conversely, Benjamin Shaw (reviewed by Various Small Flames here), who has since been reborn in Australia as a progressive house DJ called Megadead, was a relentlessly pretentious singer-songwriter with a daft tiny guitar. You were not dancing at this gloomy gut’s shows, and had you even tried, he’d probably have mumbled something rude into the microphone.

Though very different, these friends and labelmates collaborated on a Christmas charity single for Shelter. In a similar vein as ‘It’s Christmas Time (For God’s Sake)’ (which Benjamin Shaw also has a version of), it’s a grudging shrug into the happiest time of the year. The song explores the gnawing feeling of knowing that the one thing you want for Christmas (a day off work without pressure and performance) would be a heartbreaking insult to all around you for reasons you’ll never understand.

It’s not really a representative introduction for either artist but there’s clear chemistry here, which it would have been great to see expanded on with more recordings. I have a great memory of seeing them performing this together live and it was great to see Ben stop moping about in his box room and have a bit of fun with his friends for a change.

Fun fact: Benjamin Shaw did briefly have a regular backing band and they sounded incredible together. When I asked him to record a session of his solo songs with this expanded line-up he said “I’m not Tom Jones, Jamie!” and refused. Too bloody right you aren’t, Ben.

pen pin – ‘Office Party’

If you’ve followed Audio Antihero or Various Small Flames, you might already know the great Jeni Magana who comprises half of the pen pin duo with Emily Moore. ‘Office Party’ is their second single, a delightful song about seeking love at the office Christmas party.

By touching on the absurdity of “celebrating” within your workplace, and seeking a romance with your colleagues (the smallest fish in the smallest pond), it casually offers a terrifying message about capitalism without dropping its gorgeous sheen of 60s pop naivete. Naturally, I prefer their Halloween song but this is stil a really good one.

If there’s a positive to the season, it’s the reminders it offers you of the friends and loved ones you don’t get to see very often. Love you, Jeni, miss you, mama. Glad you’re doing well. Jeni’s solo work is all over Various Small Flames, so when four pen pin singles just isn’t enough for you, there’s still plenty more to dig into within the VSF vault.

Frog – ‘Space Jam’

It would be daft to go on about Frog’s seasonless (but not unseasoned) seasonal offerings after discussing ‘Wish Upon a Bar’ at length–but ‘Space Jam’ from their debut (reviewed by Various Small Flames here), offers something similar:

Thursdays I met you ‘neath the Garibaldi statue
And I held my breath as you came over,
Looking like the best of Auld Lang Syne
Lip-synced Sinatra blarin’ out an idling mack truck…

There’s a bar outside my window and they’re playing My Sharona.
It’s Christmas time, I think so, and the air feels just like home…

Danny Bateman writes songs that understand that Christmas isn’t one unshiftable block of good cheer. We get scraps of time off work where we’re required to be the jolliest versions of ourselves like you can just flip a switch. All the while, loss, regret, grief, illness, exhaustion, anxiety, insecurity, and desire persist. “‘cus it hurts” indeed.

This year is as good an example as any. I’ve bought mince pies and Christmas crackers to amuse my American in-laws, the TV and radio will get shitter and shitter, decorations will go up, and thoughtful gifts will be exchanged. But nothing has stopped. The UK and US governments are supporting Israel in committing a white supremacist genocide against Palestinians this December. If God allows it, Christmas doesn’t stop it.

Broken Shoulder – ‘Stille Nacht’

Broken Shoulder (featured by Various Small Flames here) is former Fighting Kites guitarist Neil Debnam, he began working on solo material due to the physical limitations he experienced when he, as you might have guessed, broke his shoulder. I was already a big Fighting Kites fan and was lucky to release his debut solo album, Broken Shoulderrr, which was all gorgeous sprawling soundscapes, looping guitars, drones, fuzz and lovely lovely NOISE. 

It was a bit of a departure for Audio Antihero but I did a few records with him, and hopefully I didn’t do too bad a job. Sensing my limited understanding of the genre, he joked gently once about how he’d need to prepare “a riffy song for Jamie” when I asked him to contribute to one of our compilations. My mum always called his music “strangely beautiful,” which is a happy memory I have of her now.

There’s a slightly more festive ‘Stiller Nacht‘ version which I also love, but the original is perfect as it is. The composition is performed primarily with a khene, a mouth organ and Laos’ national instrument. It produces the most beautiful sound.

Though themed on a silent night, this composition gives me images of daybreak–but one reserved for cinema, a sunrise intended to express both the power of nature and the terror of pollution. My eyes burn when I hear it.

Whether Broken Shoulder offers a silent night or the dawning of a new day is pretty irrelevant. For me, he offers exactly what I spend most of Christmas day pining for: a few wordless, solitary minutes, ushering in the end of Christmas day or the beginning of a new day. However bittersweet both might be.

In my quasi-annual Christmas shilling of back-catalogue, this eight-and-a-half-minute instrumental never quite makes it on the radio–but I optimistically continue to include it. I don’t know how you do this sort of thing but part of me will always believe that it’s destined for the big screen. Love you, Neil, miss you, king. I hope you’re doing well, mate.

I’ve put all the above songs together here. Frog’s “GROG” LP is out now via Audio Antihero. It’s good to be back, lads.

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We first wrote about Nashville duo Angel Saint Queen back last summer, describing single ‘Diable Lake’ as “a track which highlights the duo’s bittersweet tone, capturing a sadness for leaving and excitement for what comes next.” Latest single ‘You Were There’ is no less conflicted in its tone, evoking the strange blend of sadness and relief left in the wake of a break-up. Though sound’s raw energy embraces the emotion wholeheartedly, building from restrained beginnings into a blaze of feeling. One last conflagration at the end of a fiery relationship before the new dawn arrives.

‘You Were There’ is out now and available from the usual places.

bugcatcher – Desert

The recording project of Rochester‘s Jake Denning and a variety of friends, Bugcatcher operates within the slacker end of the alt-country spectrum, though crafts its DIY aesthetic with a precise hand. With an album coming soon, the outfit have released new single ‘Desert’, a song which both serves as an ode to the titular landscape and a search for meaning within an otherwise barren milieu. “I’m going across the desert / I’ll find the holy land myself,” Denning sings, buoyed by the understated rhythm of the sound. “I’m going across the desert / Got my soul for all my wealth.”

Running across the desert
The walls of Jordan are calling me
Going across the desert
Where dinosaur bones are buried in sleep

C.J. Red Mouth – Red Line

With EP Greenhouse on the horizon, C.J. Red Mouth (AKA Durham, North Carolina songwriter C.J. Yang) has unveiled brand new single, ‘Red Line’. The EP centres on the search from freedom within restrictive systems and relationships, and the single typifies the building catharsis which results. A reflection on an old commute, the slow creeping sound evokes the grimy dark of the Boston subway with guitar from June Isenhart (Miss Bones). The track gathers momentum as though quite literally barrelling toward the light at the end of the tunnel, culminating in an ecstatic finale complete with primal screaming.

Scream over the roaring dark
Scream until I hear myself

Daneshevskaya – Somewhere in the Middle

When Anna Daneshevskaya Beckerman took her Russian-Jewish middle name as the moniker for her songwriting project, she did so with significant intention. Daneshevskaya is also the surname of her grandmother, a poet who helped to cultivate her granddaughter’s creative sensibilities, and ultimately served as great inspiration for Beckerman’s own voice. In this way, Daneshevskaya represents a continuation of her grandmother’s vocation, though one processed through Beckerman’s own distinctive eye for detail, spinning off from poetry into vivid indie rock. Released to celebrate signing with Winspear and an imminent tour supporting Black Country, New Road, new single ‘Somewhere in the Middle’ is the ideal introduction for the uninitiated. A curious, searching song which broaches the subject of identity from an unguarded, almost child-like perspective. “My grandma had two sisters and her parents would say ‘Anita has the looks, Miriam has the books, and Gloria has the charm’,” Beckerman explains. “I used to think about which one I would want to be. I never questioned having to choose.” Watch the video by Mia Duncan below:

‘Somewhere in the Middle’ is out now via Winspear and available from Bandcamp.

Dustin Mayle – Saturn’s Last Ring

Ohio songwriter Dustin Mayle recently released latest album Dear Loretta, a collection of songs which fall into the DIY folk tradition but nevertheless achieve a tangible richness despite their lo-fi leanings. Take single ‘Saturn’s Last Ring’, its intimate acoustic style periodically coalescing into something bigger and bolder before unwinding to its former state just as quickly. Mayle’s vocals add an opaque lyricism, nodding towards the mythic undertones of Jason Molina or Adrienne Lenker, catching onto a repeated refrain as the instrumentation swells, as though having tapped into some kind of incantation.

Hannah Cameron – Smells Like Leaving

Later this year, Naarm / Melbourne singer-songwriter Hannah Cameron will release Holding Pattern, her third studio album. Recorded with producer Matt Redlich in his studio alongside longtime collaborators Luke Hodgson (bass) and Leigh Fisher (drums), the album was written largely on baritone guitar. This is immediately apparent on latest single ‘Smells Like Leaving’, a sombre slow burner that details a post-breakup road trip with wistful pedal steel and evocative lyrics that read like staccato poetry. Watch the very apt video, shot by Cameron herself, below:

The blink and dash
The petty cash
The cigarette that’s burned to ash
Smells like leaving

Holding Pattern releases on 22nd September. Pre-order a copy from the Hannah Cameron Bandcamp page.

Laura Zarougian – Cairo

Self-described as “one part Armenian cowgirl and one part indie rock,” the music of Laura Zarougian draws on everything from mystical desert rock to the wistful classics of Emmylou Harris and Neil Young in order to tell the story of her forebears. New single ‘Cairo’ applies this to the city of its title, casting Egypt as a distant, almost mythical place, one constructed from old tales and holding secrets too. “My father was born and raised in Cairo, Egypt,” Zarougian explains. “What I know of Cairo is from the stories—the ones my father told me, and the ones that were withheld.”

We don’t have the money to bring his body up the Nile
you will marry an older man, remember to smile
Cairo, you’re a gilded frame,
yeah you’ve got the man beguiled
we’re headed on an aeroplane
we won’t see you for a while

I can tell you’re hiding something,
look at you I know you’re bluffing

Nymphlord – Bougainvillea

A combination of “radio-ready pop hooks” and “a ferocious feminist punk energy,” that’s how we described the music of Nymphlord back in May, along with “an ethereal experimentalism that sees acoustic guitar become otherworldly.” With the release of EP Mothers Cry And Then We Die. fast approaching, the LA-based artist has unveiled a brand new single, ‘Bougainvillea’. A song which blurs hectic energy with a downbeat emotional state to paint a subversive picture of California, drawing equally from retro surf rock and contemporary pop to undermine the sunny stereotypes. A landscape where even the prettiest things have teeth.

Hot day
Muggy day
Same thing
Always
I still feel so cold in LA

Mothers Cry And Then We Die. is out on the 25th August and you can pre-order it now.

Wandering Summer – Show Me The Way

Wandering Summer, the new project of Geddy Laurance (Boyracer, City Yelps, Wonderswan), might be rooted in its Leeds home, but it certainly reaches far and wide to bring the sound to life. An amalgamation of bouncy energy and nostalgic fuzz which owes more to New York noise bands or Californian and Glaswegian pop than anything coming out of Yorkshire. Though as their self-titled EP shows, there’s something particular to the sound that marks its place in the world. An ability to evoke both rolling fields and endless terraced housing, simultaneously embracing its surroundings and dreaming of escape. Single ‘Show Me The Way’ sits at the popppiest end of the Wander Summer style, where wistful fondness is only matched by the sense of eager forward motion.

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Climbing a rung up the mainstream ladder with every new release, The National’s rise in popularity continues unabated. But regardless of your opinion of the band’s more recent output, Pembrokeshire-born, London-based artist Bryde‘s cover of ‘Brainy’ is a timely reminder of what they were before the lyrics grew increasingly literal and they become the kind of outfit which casually enlists the help of Taylor Swift. A sparse, cryptic track which seethes with an underlying intensity, as though the subtext the moment comes unspooling as the song develops. Bryde pulls this tautness ever tighter, capturing every inch of the crackling energy while making the song her own.

Griffin Moyer – Like No One Else

“If you’re going to say something, you might as well be honest.” That’s the maxim under which Nashville-based songwriter Griffin Moyer works. Having left a career in geological survey to pursue music, Moyer is about to release the LP Liar’s Disguise via Like You Mean It Records, and new single ‘Like No One Else’ invites the listener into the straight-talking emotion of his sound. A track where longing is accompanied by a nostalgic sixties warmth, lifting the ache at its centre into its own kind of romance.

Liar’s Disguise is coming soon via Like You Mean It Records.

Jess Kallen – Ink

LA-based musician Jess Kallen has been a staple of the local scene for a while, touring and recording with numerous bands, including the likes of Rosie Tucker and Alex Lahey. Next month, they will release their debut album Exotherm on New Professor Music and to celebrate they have released a brand new single. Titled ‘Ink’, it combines crunchy guitar and a springy sense of momentum. “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday / the time flies when nothing changes,” Kallen sings in what begins as a frustrated ode to everyday monotony, before the big chorus arrives to shake things up. Which is fitting, as Kallen describes ‘Ink’ as a song “about being stuck in a rut, and escaping by surrendering to an impulse.”

Exotherm will be released on 21st June via New Professor Music. Pre-order it now on Bandcamp.

John Hollywood – Leavings

Houston-born, California-based songwriter John Hollywood might draw his main inspiration from the likes of John Prine, Guy Clark and Bob Dylan, but new album Beauty Sleep shows his focus is very much on the present. Take ‘Leavings’, a song about the ever-deepening climate catastrophe delivered with the stark fervour of an old-time Bible preacher, where a father picks through the ashes a failed society for something which might outlast the oncoming violence. “What can I give to my son to help him? / What can I leave him after I’m gone?” Hollywood asks in the opening lines. “I’d leave him my land but the land is forsaken / I’d leave him my house, but the house has burned down.” The song gathers around itself with tumultuous foreboding, the sound of a society reaching its dead-end with no time to turn around.

Nathan Xander – Drive My Car

“He’s a big man, got no feeling below the knee,” opens ‘Drive My Car’, the latest single from Nathan Xander’s Three Waltzes. “When he goes down, getting back up sure ain’t easy.” The track is indicative of New York songwriter’s ability to paint such vivid portraits with so little, each song an elegant slice of life as lived within an uncertain present, be it Xander’s own quest for sobriety or the mind-bending experience of living with twenty-four hour news. As ‘Drive My Car’ highlights, this is delivered with equal parts sincerity and knowing humour, resulting in a wisdom that might not know how life is going to shake out, but is sure enough along for the ride.

Some folks drink, some folks smoke
Tonight, we’ll do a little of both
And if we die, at heaven’s door,
Please don’t tell them I let you drive my car

Nymphlord – Stinks 4 Lyfe

Raised in the forested foothills of Northern California, singer-songwriter and producer Nymphlord says her music was influenced by everything from “90’s alt rock [and] misty bush-whacked trail walks” to “Britney Spears crop tops, dog bites turned scars, and dust-covered pom poms.” This goes some way to explaining the distinctive Nymphlord style, which combines radio-ready pop hooks with a ferocious feminist punk energy and an ethereal experimentalism that sees acoustic guitar become otherwordly. Written in the aftermath of the overturning of Roe vs. Wade, ‘Stinks 4 Lyfe’ channels every ounce of fury, frustration and vulnerability into three minutes of catharsis.

Don’t tell me you want it
Don’t tell me you need it
Do you think it’s worth it
Do you think I’m worth shit, hey

‘Stinks 4 Lyfe’ is out now via Lauren Records and available from the Nymphlord Bandcamp page.

Rain Gregorio – Myrtle on Holiday

Having previously recorded under the moniker Mount Rainier, LA’s Rain Gregorio decided to revert to his own name for new EP, Myrtle on Holiday, coming soon via Anxiety Blanket Records, and the switch sees the sound push into newly personal territory too. “It gave me the confidence to excavate part of myself using the observational side of songwriting,” as Gregorio explains. “This is the first time I’ve made something that is true to myself as a songwriter.” The title track is the perfect introduction, its lush yet controlled beat ebbing and flowing as Lexi Vega (Mini Trees) lends backing vocals, all resulting in a sense of closeness which only amplifies the overall emotional resonance.

Sweetbreads – Chaos Is

Led by Brooklyn singer-songwriter Melody Stolpp, Sweetbreads make country-inflected indie pop that they say “will bend your ear, twist your pretty little heart, and get your hips swaying.” Following last year’s EP Out Of Range, Stolpp has again worked with long-time collaborator Nick Watt to write a new song, ‘Chaos Is’. “[It’s] a song about teenage life in the suburbs,” Stolpp describes, “with all the boredom, recklessness, and soul searching that come with it.” The track’s slow build captures the direction of such days, building from seemingly mundane beginnings into something with real emotional charge, and in doing so manages to recreate some of the heightened magic of those formative years.

The Tines – Collarbone

Formed in 2019 from members of acts such as Ports of Spain, Laundry Day, Quiet Giant and Ryxno, The Tines is an indie rock outfit based in New Haven, Connecticut. Back in 2022 they released their self-titled album on Funnybone Records, and latest single ‘Collarbone’ is the ideal entry point for those who let the initial release slip past their radar. A track which combines shimmering dream pop with a more pressing indie rock rhythm, the reverbed vocals drifting above it all to give the whole thing a sunny if enigmatic vibe, drawing the listener into its psych-inflected world.

The Tines is out now via Funnybone Records and is available from Bandcamp.

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