In horse racing parlance, a ‘dark horse’ is a horse that emerges from a pack of more fancied competitors to claim unexpected victory.
Before completing his final high school exams, Japanese Wallpaper has decided to gift us with a final headline tour and a self-titled debut EP.
No longer content with falling into the ‘dreamy indie-pop’ category, the only way to describe the Alpine of their second album is sensual.
“Be a nobody/just like me” Bridie Monds-Watson urges in her début album as SOAK.
British punk protagonists Slaves are tired of your apathetic ways, repulsed by your willingness to sleepwalk through your privileged existence, horrified by the smug smile of satisfaction you wear as you ingest anything and everything on offer without so much as the suggestion of independent thought.
How does one describe Mercy.
There are concept albums, and then there is Drones.
I mean yeah, they’re playing electric guitars now, and the heavy double bass stomping and single kick has been replaced by proper drum kits, but this clickbait fever declaring ‘MUMFORD AND SONS ARE CHANGING GENRE” isn’t really all that novel.
It was always going to happen, wasn’t it.