Shearling - Motherfucker, I am Both: "Amen" and "Hallelujah"
If you were passingly aware of Alex Kent and Sylvie Simmons' experimental-noise outfit Sprain then you may be slightly braced for this abrasive and unsettling 62-minute rym-core apocalyptic skullfuck. FFO Swans, Pere Ubu, Xiu Xiu
Have always lamented these Brooklyn garage-punk stalwarts have, ironically, lacked a lady spark, so it's validating to find a Jess Poplawski guest spot on this fuzz-driven antipodean-adjacent track turning it into their all-time best
Growing in confidence and ambition with every outing, creating something completely their own from broad influences and inspirations - it's still a few months until their debut album drops but it's already shaping as an all-timer.
Maturing beautifully into their darkly angular art-rock, with a catchier name these London lads would be yuge. Or maybe slightly less obscure. Mint production, haunted strings, masterful dynamics and taut sprechstimme-adjacent delivery conjure a deliciously malevolent menace.
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maybe not technically 2025 but newly dropped video + certainly a tune
If you were passingly aware of Alex Kent and Sylvie Simmons' experimental-noise outfit Sprain then you may be slightly braced for this abrasive and unsettling 62-minute rym-core apocalyptic skullfuck. FFO Swans, Pere Ubu, Xiu Xiu
Have always lamented these Brooklyn garage-punk stalwarts have, ironically, lacked a lady spark, so it's validating to find a Jess Poplawski guest spot on this fuzz-driven antipodean-adjacent track turning it into their all-time best
Can not for a single moment fault Apple's abiding commitment to This Shit's Fucked Fuck This Shit
Growing in confidence and ambition with every outing, creating something completely their own from broad influences and inspirations - it's still a few months until their debut album drops but it's already shaping as an all-timer.
Maturing beautifully into their darkly angular art-rock, with a catchier name these London lads would be yuge. Or maybe slightly less obscure. Mint production, haunted strings, masterful dynamics and taut sprechstimme-adjacent delivery conjure a deliciously malevolent menace.