Track Review

Pieces of the Sun by Jack Grisham and the Life Undone feels like a gasoline-soaked match dropped into a pool of late-night reflection and the track bursts into existence with a grit that only forty years in the trenches can provide. Grisham hasn’t lost an ounce of that menacing charisma that defined TSOL but here it is

The golden age of pop-punk always thrived on the friction between two voices and Used to Be Valentines has tapped into that specific electric current on their latest track Don’t Call Me Baby. It feels like catching a lightning bolt in a glass jar because the transition from a solo project to this explosive dual-vocal powerhouse brings

Imagine a humid Manila night where the only light comes from a single flickering bulb and the soft glow of a laptop screen because that is exactly where the magic of Pula begins to take flight. His debut offering Paru-paro arrives like a quiet confession whispered into the dark and it immediately establishes his as

How many times have we felt the physical weight of a long-distance connection pulling at the seams of our sanity? Amenazar inhabits that precise ache in “Here For You” and he does it without the usual polish that hides the truth in modern rock. It starts with a persistent rhythm that feels like a heartbeat

Hearing Lipsilk and there latest offering Bunk Notes feels like finding a crumpled receipt in an old jacket and realizing it’s a map to somewhere you forgot you loved. It’s the kind of indie rock that feels lived in and frayed around the edges like a favorite sweater because there’s a grit to the production that

There is a particular kind of electricity that only happens when a basement band realizes they are actually a riot in the making and that heat is exactly what Kombucha bottled on their debut title track Dude, Spiral!. It starts with a reckless urgency that feels like a midnight sprint through the narrow streets of

The headlights cut through the fog on a desolate stretch of highway and Jcutterwind provides the perfect soundtrack with the new track over. It feels like a transmission from a basement studio where the ghost of early Deftones still haunts the mixing desk and there is a weight here that feels earned because the music refuses to

There is a specific kind of electricity that hums through a fender stratocaster before the first chord even rings out and Grant Morriss knows exactly how to weaponize that static on his latest offering The Bit That Breaks. It starts with a nervous twitch of percussion but before you can settle into the rhythm a