Category: Reviews

In the immediate future, nostalgia resides. It’s our future in retrospect, almost concrete but still exotic enough for uncertainty to remain. It’s here where Emmett Feldman’s Suryummy project lives, a musical construct that retrofits the future with a sound from an intangible past, intangible because it’s never existed. Surryummy occupies

We err on the dark side, with beats bearing teeth and sonic landscapes that’s dark and ominous in their delivery. These are the records forged in the brimstone basin of perdition, delivering punishing blow after blow and negating the obvious without straining the listener’s conscious capacity. These are records made

A dissonant miasmic drone sweeps across Marc Kate’s Deface reducing the sharpened peaks and jagged troughs of his source material to a innocuous wispy ebb. The album hides an uncomfortable eerie dissonance in its sonic wake with the Californian artist yet again examining some socio-political discourse through his music. A

That elusive sweet spot between genres styles and ideas is where you’ll find the most progressive music. In the confluence between various musical dialects and traditions, there exists a moment where platitudes and familiar tropes are superseded for a new divine musical language. Where musical ideologies succumb under weight of

In a world where anything is available at your fingertips and mass consumerism and media has gentrified music into pre-defined packages, digging for new and interesting music has both gotten easier and harder. We constantly have to wade the shit to find those hidden gems, but with the internet we

Stochastic Resonance propagate an artistic intent in their music that forms a congruous flow of creative ideas, from live shows to apps through musicians to label/collective and back, forging something significantly their own in a time of consumerist media and perfunctory listening experiences. In a time when the ubiquitous brown,

Beguiling piano motifs haunt an otherworldly dimension as strings resonate in solemn reverie against a superficial backdrop of electronic miasma. Disquiet ensues in the empty spaces between intervallic leaps as the player purposively caresses dormant keys in simple gestures redolent of Satie in one of his more contemplative moments. Dust

The Dekmantel name, which today carries it with it the kind of distinction and respect of an elder statesman of club music, outnumbers their years by some degree when it comes to their achievements. What started out in the latter part of the last decade in the minds of Casper

In an age where everything is available to anybody and the only borders that exists are within the irrational mind, a sense of community is slowly unravelling, and while on a socio-political level this has its benefits, in music this has created something of a void. It’s a void where