
Rating: 3/10


With unshakable identity, Shikari return on another rousing record to reflect upon our troubled times. Spouting unabashed articulate words to address the current zeitgeist, Rou's lyrics cut deep. Led by emotion, raw authentic messages of worry garnish each track with urgent meaning. Touching on the erosion of institutional norms, growing wealth inequality, increasing climate fears and the ubiquitous influence of silicon valley tech, we embark on a fever pitch. One to always grab my attention, Rou's finger is firmly on the pulse again, crafting his passioned cries into anthemic bangers.
Obviously, this is no one man show. His band mates of twenty five years plus fire on all cylinders. Together, charging their genre soup of majority British musical influences with a vibrant, colorful, ceaseless energy. A keen apatite drives these songs with pace and blazing spirit. Spliced with chunky rhythmic chops, electronic stunts and subtle layers of tantalizing details, a constant thrust of anticipation keeps excitement stirring.
The albums structure is fantastic, between anthemic ragers, Shikari switch up the flow. Spirits are soothed on the juxtaposed Demons, exchanging its mellow lulls with a rapid Drumstep groove. Flick Of A Switch's second part calls back to the first incarnation, revisiting it with a mammoth zany spaced out breakdown, its sliding synths and detailed percussion is a treat. Closing on the trilogy Spaceship Earth, their song writing expands to Symphonic scope, yielding a glorious conclusion. A sentiment of visitors leaving our pale blue dot emerges, leaving its lyrics lingering with meaning.
Unironically, the aforementioned songs are not even my favorites. This album was pure class. Perhaps their best since The Mindsweep? Only the brief 90 seconds of an erratic I Can't Keep My Hands Clean felt a bit stale, perhaps an attempt to capture the abstract comedy of Slipshod... but probably not upon hearing it again after so many years. Shikari albums have a habit of feeling like strong connections to their era but losing a little potency over time, this one however feels like it has true lasting power!
Rating: 9/10

Stepping back from the metallic grungy raptures of Red Sky Mourning, Feel It All Around plays rather unsurprisingly like its natural predecessor. With less bombast, more shoegaze, fewer grooves and added wallow, the initial shift in intensity ends up churning out a similar emotive tone. Soul Blind have a unique voice emanating through influences from the foundations of well executed songwriting fundamentals.
Similar comparisons to Alice In Chains and the broader Grunge and Alternative Metal scenes can be drawn but within this chapter, their focus turns to dreary downtrodden revelry. Moody, sombre affairs flirting with with both a glum dark and momentary light as chunky power chords inject rhythm between bluesy shoegazing indulgences.
Slower in pace, less theatrical in nature, its songs roll one into the next, each feeling cohesive as its muddy wall of guitar groaning doesn't venture to far from home. Stuck In A Loop and Everyday play as brighter sparks on the journey. Its three closing tracks show the bands hand somewhat. Lead guitar boldly echo The Smashing Pumpkins. Its execution is timely, a fond reminder of the 90s in which these vibes originated.
Rating: 8/10

Its title may just suggest a new genre of metal but no such concept awaits. Conjuring a compliment to its balance gentle melodies, metallic punchiness and emotional tenderness, Ether certainly suits the resulting chemistry. Frontman Tobias Keast remains king, his vulnerable voice and dramatic range serves as a focal point, breathing life in any instance from casual, to shouting or sailing on smooth soaring inflections. Like always, he is the illumination that gives Esoterica their distinct identity.
Working on an Alternative Rock / Metal temperament, a slew of soft Djent grooves and downplayed stomps whirl in the backdrop between power chords. Alongside its main leads, grandiose strides of symphony, united choral group shouts, flashes of nightly electronics, airy synths and other sound design elements forge succinct visions. Moody, slightly downtrodden, in search of reprieve, its tone appeal to the hurt within.
Its not until the halfway point with Heathen that a dystopian, disinformation and antiauthoritarian themes emerge, giving this stretch some lyrical unification. A play on words, Track Dysutopia seems to miss the definition of dystopia as the opposite of utopia. A minor blemish leading to the excellent closers Paper Skull, a Mental Health stint referring to a mind of holes, and the dramatic, swelling, upheaval of Burn.
Despite its clear excellence of execution, Ether Metal didn't exactly suck me in. Always a fair, enjoyable listen without weak points but unlike there prior effort, nothing grabbed me hard, got stuck in the mind or lured me back in. Its a curious takeaway from a clearly inspired and passionate record but sometimes the whims and inconsistencies of the human experience leave us in such strange places.
Rating: 6/10


Simz is one to deliver a slice of life within her ambitious records, however Lotus is precisely that slice alone. With little beyond delivering ruminations on life's current struggles, one sorely senses the absence of an anthem like Venom or Woman. I suspect Young may have been this intended beat, however its overt British jibe and cheeky tone plays like an echo of Blur's Park Life, lacking that oomph to sell itself.
Free strikes me as the records high point, a mellow spell, uniting Soul and Jazz Hop with periodic flashes of serenading string sections. Simz's expressive yet plain spoken raps make for easy listening through a soothing aesthetic chemistry. This however becomes the records fatal sticky point. So much of Lotus' affable energy fails to surpass itself and muster a meaningful gusto that can break this eternally gentle tone.
Enough comes close, livening up with a firm percussive dance beat. Frolicking hooks and mischievous baselines create a playful tone among its sporadic splurges of zany synth. So to does the records title track strive ambitious and bold with its big instrumentation. Simz' raps a firm source of intrigue and emotive release, yet the jazzy instrumentation feels underwhelming in comparison to the fires set in her lyrics.
Other chapters of Lotus' mellow out into scenic lulls, comparable to spoken poetry. Simz's lyrics feel more like intimate journals or exhaled thoughts than composed verses in a structured song. On one hand, a curious experience, on the other, repetition breeds a dullness as familiarity makes for a mostly uneventful album.
Rating: 6/10

Devoid of that alluring magic felt on The Turning Wheel, experimental musician and singer-songwriter Spellling returns with a stiff set songs to lend her hearty, endearing voice to instrumentals simply on a different wavelength. Rife with overt echo's of 90s Alternative Pop, 80s Classic Rock, Glam Rock and flashes of Prog Rock, even Metal in a single moment, these songs crudely show their inspirations. Its rough around the edges, garage aesthetic sounds fantastic yet clashes with a remarkably salient, soulful performance, expressing many personal, emotional themes through lyrical delivery.
I've tried to drill these songs into my mind with repeated exposure, that same gnawing clash barricades a charm clearly aimed for. One can hear the bold conceptual strides these numbers take. Bright ideas, yet lacking novelty in pursuit of convention over experimentation. With this shift in norms, a chemistry between voice and instrument falters, despite either doing nothing erroneous individually, together they lack spark.
This disposition left me with little to say, I could delve into the ideas explored deeper but with a lack of adoration, words for expressing my perception just don't flow. Still one to pay attention to, I hope she finds her way back to the unusual charms again.
Rating: 4/10


Stepping forth from Rebirth, another six-track EP lands Graywave in their darkest territory yet. Dreary in tone, dismal and bleak, these melancholic songs explore downtrodden sorrows in a stormy, engulfing resonance. Recycling a now familiar formula, each song sways from eerie Shoegazing acoustic melodies into a swell of blissful noise. Euphoric in relief from woe, these eruptions remedy the graven, haunting tunes that proceeded. Both halves play infectious, a gripping concoction.
I've binged lead single Blur Into One beforehand, Its my favorite Graywave song. Jess' spellbinding performance sucks one in along its cathartic descent from dreamy origins. These other tracks fit snugly around it. Cycle's depressive demeanor marks a perilous plunge, a challenging ride as this shadowy beast finds its darkest corner. Dancing In The Dust amps the energy, deploying a rock steady beat to twist tristful tones into a surreal uplift. A derivative on their blueprint that plays luminous and bold.
That experimentation might be a way to move forward. This obvious formula has done wonders so far yet may eventually run its course. Stitched on to the end of Dark Spell plays a distorted, glitching beat. Its reminiscent of New Order's classic Blue Monday. Utterly inconsequential, yet could possibly hint at something afresh to come?
Either way, this works right now and the aesthetic is engrossing. Calmer spells deliver twisted melodies, beautifully intertwined with feedback and shimmering noises. Its heavy halves plunge with devilish bite. Bass rumbling, distortion guitars swelling and possibly some crafty synths amass into lunging sways of delightful yet burdensome bliss. Jess' sorrowed, sailing voice and damaged lyrics tie it all together.
Rating: 7/10

My introduction to one man band Trevor Something was through a handful of delightful re-imaginations of 80s Synthpop and Alternative classics. I wasn't pulled into his original music, so this new record of twelve cover songs suited me well.
Trevor's built a unique sound, treading a line adjacent to Ethereal, Synthwave and Electro-Industrial. Like a dream inducing sedative, subdued and sluggish, his soft, distant voice steers us through hazy atmospheres. Layered arrangements of textural synths dance, often with chunky bass wobbles. The usual culprit of echo and reverb masks an otherwise sharp set of steady melodies into a concussive daze.
In this reshaping of originals, a unique soothing, slightly dystopian crooning is birthed. You want to stick around and indulge. Not knowing a track wasn't a barrier to entry either, the warmly dystopian aesthetics, lingering tempo and Cyber-Goth vibes maintain across its duration. Closer and No Ordinary Love where my favorites.
All That She Want's is a surprising throwback but record ends with Change (In The House Of Flies), which I thought would be a lay up. On this occasion, a sterile overindulgence approach lost the original spark. Its smokey, cumbersome stride swiftly dulls. Strange ending to an otherwise unique and enjoyable record.
Rating: 6/10



Illuminating attention with an engulfing dreary charm, Graywave, brainchild of Jess Webberley, intensifies their dense Shoegazing Ethereal haze with bustling over drive guitars that swell and shimmer in flushes of bleak beauty. The instruments roar with inviting texture, baselines rumble, showing cracks and grooves, the drums strike with piercing clarity and crispness. Around them a glory of sombre tuneful sounds ripple and shimmer in waves, losing themselves in copious echos and reverberations.
Crudely Dream Pop, oddly catchy by design, these illustrious melodies lure one into its haunting spell. Each track casts its bait, then reels one into thick, heavy surges of descending imminence. Emotions suffer dark and burdensome, yet glimmer with soft introspection. Often feeling like a cathartic release of internal demons and personal grievances that run deep. Its stunning how each song sways in and out of this radiant hell, retaining its alluring colors and selling one on its shadowy descent over and over.
The magic ingredient is Jess' voice who has stunning softness in strength, her gentle tone can ascend and roar with the swells of instrumental gravity beneath her. Its a stunning chemistry from a multi instrumentalist honing in on a purity of self expression. Five fine songs, with the opening Build a masterful ear-worm to binge. This is about as heavy as Shoegazing gets before you call it Metal. To my ears, its akin to Autumn's Grey Solace on steroids. Absolutely loved this, Ive found my next journey it seems!
Rating: 6/10

Still one to follow for her creative ensemble of pop sensibilities and abrasive tones, Poppy returns with a similar set of mashed up sounds. As a pleasant vocal presence, one is drawn to the lyrics. Lightly cryptic, suggestive and occasionally humored, they rarely yield depth when wrapped up in a hook or catchy cadence. Her direct words muster more meaning with plain language, however none of it amounted to anything memorable for me. At times, a sense of reaching for a mischievous truth emerges.
Either way, the record doesn't hit on this front and neither does its bass groove oriented stints of cold calculated Electronica. Trading in overdrive guitars for distorted synths, the instrumentals often converge on flickering rhythmic drives, lavished in dispassionate texture, lacking emotion and accompanying melody. On occasion, atmospheric synths layer in some compassion but without its a rather lifeless stint.
After the droning disharmony of Zig passes, Poppy's voice opens up, some songs focusing on her melodies. A pleasant direction but only Motorbike strikes a nerve. Its soft Disco Funk grooves elevate the hook and color the song with an interesting subtle sway. On a better record, this might have been felt as a weak cut. Loaded with mediocrity, Zig was sadly somewhat of a bore, doing little to make itself known.
Rating: 4/10
Hailing from London, the Nova Twins are a dynamic duo with a typically modern broad assemble of aggressive, abrasive inspirations. Clearly children of the Internet era, one can hear echos of 90s Rap Rock energy and Nu Metal syncopation, with 00s darker electronic music shades manifesting beyond prior crossover restraints. Attitude is its a driving force, shouted raps, soft screams and occasionally Pop R&B tinged sung lines, all emphasizing prominence and status spitting in the face of external adversity.
Their songs are varnished with an electronic, noisy textural vaneer. Often crashing in with crunchy guitar grooves, the accompanying atmosphere feels as unconventional as un-melodic sounds weave into the fold. Somewhat similar to the worbling of Dubstep drops, these noisy groans are softly abrasive, hard and barely rhythmic yet mixed with a forgiving presence to make their songs rather accessible to my ears.
Its an odd approach considering there is a lack of melody and catchy knacks to latch onto. The drumming is rather dull and predictable, leaving a lot resting on the vocals and grooves. Choose Your Fighter is the records best track, a moment where the instrumental ideology swells around a compelling moshable groove. The rest of the record falls short of this feat and feels mediocre, occasionally dull on its weaker cuts.
In a way, I am reminded of Limp Bizkit, a love hate band who's fans were most likely fresh to the ideas of Metal and Rap. I could easily see my teenage latching on to the wildness this record presents but as a seasoned listener, little here feels special, I've heard it all before. They do show signs of promise however, some musical evolution on this chemistry may turn heads in the future but right now its a touch juvenile.
Rating: 5/10

Two years on from Sour, Olivia matures, returning with welcome yet familiar tuneful dances of vulnerable self expression. Guts possibly signals the expression of having enough to bleed these pained relationships she divulges in detail. Among its twelve tracks, we experience the flip side, highs and lows, loves and heartbreaks, all in broken sequence, letting each song take form with its own identity.
Like last time around, mature, expressive and palatable singer songwriter bites get wedged between chirpy, catching hooks and pop sensibilities. Often teenage in nature, Olivia has no difficulty finding relatable words with an essence of youth and soft touch of rebellion. Not my preferred picks yet her vibrancy so clearly on the pulse of those young years, one can take a step back into those spaces faded by age.
A notable 90s Post-Grunge, Alternative Rock aesthetic rears its head on occasion. My favorite track, Pretty Isn't Pretty, bolsters a gorgeous shoe-gazing guitar lick. Underneath a luminous baselines marches with a delicate assemble of subtle instruments coloring its calmer moments. The tone is wonderfully balanced, fresh yet nostalgic, she yields her voice to whats asked of the instrumental. Stunning song!
These revived sounds kick off the album back to back. All-American Bitch and Bad Idea Right? get there Pop Punk kicks on with fun and cheeky expressions. The later reminding me of Devo's Whip It in an obscure way, must be that tight overdriven guitar riff! Every time an energetic song arrives, it always comes with a complimentary sense of specific inspiration from the 90s and 00s alternative music scenes.
The soft and vulnerable cuts found between are my favorites. When the guitars fade and airy synths rise, alongside moody pianos and tempered strings, Olivia opens up with endearing stories of personal woes felt in her voice. It strips out the attitude and quirk of catchy hook writing, saying similar things but from direction experiences. This is where the guts of the record lay, their pacing between other sounds is apt.
Lastly, the record ends with Teenage Dream, reflecting on artistic and cosmetic atrophy. A tender track exposing her relationship with the massive pressures of fame and public opinion. Its quite saddening considering how heavy such thoughts can weigh. Feels like an potential premonition, a self fulfilling prophesy. Hopefully getting it off her chest wont make that so! This album was remarkably gratifying, just as good if not better than Sour. I'm left knowing I will keep coming back to this one.
Rating: 8/10

Two decades have passed since Enter Shikari made waves playing in our local music scene. With an unwavering resilience, they retain a relevancy that took me by surprise, having grown comfortable in the silent interval between records. Re-arranging their youthful character once again, Shikari still have the bite to hook, line and sink one into their party-like carnival Rock-Electronic realm again. With fond familiarity and spicy seasoning, A Kiss For The Whole World blazes by this listener in a whirl of engrossing charisma. Topically flourishing, their restless offerings come woven with compassion and hope, matured out of once angered social political lyrics.
This positivity emanates instrumentally, made starkly apparent by Rou Reynolds' passionate pleas, warm wisdoms and mellow metaphors. Practically every song has an infectious hook, his catchy wordings deliver hope and uplift, arriving on a flush of creativity. Its fun, engaging, refreshing and keeps once locked in with its nimble stride as these apt thirty three minutes sprint by with every moment revealing its purpose.
Their pop sensibilities have matured to a level of class, leveraging the appeal of popular musics most gratifying structures against the rampant creativity of their eclectic musical pallet. Echo's from the web of early 90s electronica still loom boldly, most keenly The Prodigy. Some moments just cant escape their legacy. Shikari are further forging their signature sound, yet not exactly advancing on new territory.
This record signifies a peak in the assembly of Metal tinged Rock, echoing Hardcore. Club music, Drum & Bass weave their aesthetics and components dynamically. Splashes of classic instrumens align with a keen cheek and cheer. Playing a role for narrative and direction to blossom. In short, everything they have done before, successfully re-emerging on a creative high for fans new and old to be taken away by. With each of my many spins I wonder if the cracks will appear. Despite having favorites among the crowd, it plays wonderfully as a complete experience.
Rating: 8/10

Don't be fooled, the oddly Gothic, Danzig alike album cover doesn't accurately reflect the emotive suburban vibes this group emanate. Can't Swim are my personal antidote to the Emo / Screamo scenes I turned a nose up at in my youth. These millennial musicians revive the glory of their past years, bringing musical maturity to their first world, woe ridden lyrics. With poppy song structures, catchy hooks and a melodic tint to garnish, Change Of Plans is the bands third but sadly the least impressive, possibly a case of familiarity as the band stick firmly to what works with a little twist of anger.
With Pop-Punk themes of adversity lacking troubles. Social squabbles, relationship woes and self doubts, the lyrics play from a light hearted teenage place with just a sprinkle of maturity. These are adult problems expressed with the lens of youthful angsty ideas that sway it far enough from perils. Its left in a precarious place where you can leave or take it. Personally Its not a bother but bar one or two lines I didn't find much to connect with, however the delivery and honesty in LoPorto's vocals is charming. The vulnerability and self coddling style is endearing, often manifesting into a hook with a knack to make his words catchy and flow with the groove.
The music is carved up into the typical inflections, lots of moody melodic plucked acoustic chords that bleed into vibrant distortion tones with all degrees wedged in between. Most these songs have a layer of aggression that sways back and forth from its guitars. Its not to adventurous, sticking to typical song structures and compositions with plenty of bright, harmonious singing. The point would be that they do this so well.
Where things detour is with a stronger sense of Hardcore and breakdown energy which the genre is adjacent too. On three or four tracks they step into this space boldly, not something I remember from their previous records. Better Luck Next Time and its jaunting breakdown goes full in on the aggression with palm mute chugs and tropes from the more metallic end of the spectrum. Sense Of Humor and its "Look who's laughing now" lyric slaps another breakdown in a track It doesn't feel fit for.
Whats interesting is how well executed these ideas are, the problem is they don't fit the overall mood which tends to be more introspective and mall shop sorrows than anger fueled resolution. A couple other songs have a breakdown stitched on the end and whenever it comes around, it feels like a sudden shift. Despite this jarring union of ideas, Change Of Plans is solid with plenty of catchy tunes. Its one to throw into the shuffle playlist and see what sticks with time.
Rating: 7/10

Reporting on this three track release of b-sides is more so an excuse to remind you all this amazing band exists. Flip Phone Fantasy has to be my album of the year and Dream brings a little extra from that session for us to enjoy. Its title track is another 90s vibes extravagance, fulled with rich octane guitars strumming out power chords in a stride and bursting with lively drums, its cruises sweetly to the sun with mid tempo late summer vibes. Led by Dale Tanners soaring voice, it very much reminds me of Liam Gallagher in spots. The song however is rather one dimensional, with little variety and a routine crescendo to see it out with a simple melodic overtone, its easy to see why it didn't make the cut.
That's not to say its a bad song, it just doesn't reach the heights on the album. The accompanying acoustic version of Shimmer is a nice touch that holds up on the songwriting front. The glossy production with layers of airy reverberation gives it a similar wall of sound feeling even without the brimming distortion guitars. Sunny is notably labeled as a remix, its distortion guitars stripped out, a Trap drum groove thrown in too. It exposes the other layers of sound from the mix with more clarity. A nice way to enjoy the song on a new level. Again, the songwriting holds up, just affirming my love of this record I have binged hard and its magic still persists! Go check it out If you have not already.
Rating: 3/10