Shellac’s At Action Park was the consummately contrarian, anti-establishment record of the 1990s that didn’t belong in a record store’s hardcore bin. In many ways, the masterwork by Steve Albini, Bob Weston and Todd Trainer was the antithesis of every rock record that had come before it—a Paul Bunyan-size middle finger to the corporate machine regarded at the time as the enemy. Read my lengthy review of one of my favorite records ever for Treble, which inducted it into their Hall of Fame.
Ever walk into a coffee shop and discover that four pigs are standing motionless behind the counter, holding pitchers half-full with milk, as patrons mindlessly guzzle it down by the glassful and a lonely guy sits by himself at a table, looking dejected and singing to himself? Apparently, Pyramids have (and David Lynch probably did too, RIP). That’s the visual that accompanies the melancholic, haunting electro-pop-rock precursor to the third album by the experimental Texas quintet:
They’re supposedly cutting that sound with black metal and God knows what else on the upcoming Pythagoras, but this song doesn’t back up that claim. It does, however, lay an unsettling groundwork for what’s to come.
Take note, fans of sarcastic, heavy noise-rock: Pigs x7 got yer back. Read my short review on Treble.
For at least the second time, if not the third, Sleigh Bells make it clear that they’ll always be able to out-party Andrew W.K. Read my short review on Treble.
Transfixing from start to finish, the debut full-length from South Texas shoegazers Glare is a dynamic, undulating audio portrait of the ups and downs of existence itself.
Go to FLOOD to read my full review.
On the latest album by Anika, the British chanteuse laments the fixation on social media and overstimulation that appeared trendy—and friendly—at first but now seems like an inescapable albatross. Read my quick review of the record for Treble.
Yes, you’re reading that right: Spellling with three Ls. Smile at it or not, there’s no mistaking the greatness of Bay Area singer/songwriter Chrystia Cabral’s first work in four years. Read my quickie review via Treble.
My Treble synopsis is right there in the title of the newest album by singer Mike Hadreas: It’s Perfume Genius in all its glory.
Nary a dull moment is to be found on the first foray into full-length-dom by London’s Sam Akpro, whose attempt to make sense of an overstimulated world is entrancing, rich and mysterious from start to finish. Read my full review courtesy of Treble.
Louisville noise-rock trio Young Widows sound catchier than ever on their latest LP, Power Sucker. Read my brief review on Treble.
The Bad Penny (beta) 