London’s High Vis have steadily polished their palette of progressive hardcore with shades of post-punk, Brit pop, neopsychedelia, and even Madchester groove, mapping a middle ground between hooks and fury, melodies and mosh pits.
Portland, Oregon based quartet Hippie Death Cult present their sophomore album Circle Of Days. An album that serves as a musical bridge to their critically acclaimed debut 111, while being a fresh exploration of sound and vision.
Ships 9/20/24 - Flood doesn’t need to tell you it’s important or interesting; it simply is, just by virtue of how it’s written, built, and rendered, a map of what it’s like to feel everything at once
Hippo Campus pare their sound back to taut guitar pop on Flood, a 13-track CD on Psychic Hotline. Songs like "Brand New" fold bruised confession into precise hooks; vulnerable, restless, quietly insistent.
Their strongest and most complete work yet, LP3 is a freshly-inked portrait excavating young adulthood, identity and, more importantly, how that personal identity fits into a larger camaraderie.
Hippo Campus - The Halocline Eps LP (black vinyl): Combines the Bashful Creatures and South EPs on one 11-track record, including 'Suicide Saturday' and the title track. Bright, hook-forward indie rock from the band’s early run.
Sharp, bruised, and blunt. Live Through This collects Hole’s best, including Violet and Doll Parts, on a 180g LP reissue of their 1994 classic. Short, loud, and quietly furious.
Singer songwriter, Julia Holter's production choices and arrangements form a continuum of fretless electric bass pitches in counterpoint with gliding vocal melodies, while glistening Yamaha CS-60 lines entwine warm winds and reeds.
Home Front’s Watch It Die welds post-punk gloom to synth-pop flash and street-level punk urgency. The result is a record about mortality that refuses to sit still, all drum-machine pulse, analog shine, and frayed-nerve hooks.
I Became Birds is a dizzying tightrope act, dancing between intimate melodies and gently progressive songwriting flourishes with a dexterity that belies their sonic base of aggressive, throat-shredding emotive hardcore.
Home Is Where make anxiety-riddled but cathartic rock songs about the apocalypse. The whaler-the Palm Coast, Florida quartet's ambitious and exhilarating sophomore full-length-is a concept record about getting used to things getting worse.
Combining the slowed the slowed down indie rock of Codeine and Duster with the melancholy gravitas of Mt. Eerie, Horse Jumper's songwriting is marked by expertly crafted minimalism.
