I really have no idea why I like this so much. It has the same spacey melodies, big synth pads, and repetitive samples as all the other *-wave bands working to bring the most boring bits of post-rock to the electronic genre. I guess it's got good... chords?
A remarkable specimen. With access to only the most primitive and brutal of instruments, drums and the electric bass, these early hominids managed to create a vivid depiction of life and death before the written word.
The Eye Unclouded makes walls of psychedelic sound that stretch across galaxies and fifteen-minute tracks with ease. There are some great definitely-not-riffs-or-melodies-of-chord-progressions-but-kind-of-like-those in this one.
Welcome to the psych ward. The walls here are painted with an especially heavy and filthy shade of sludge, so that your creepy nurse, Nee, may more effectively regale you with stories of government conspiracy and petty revenge. We've also taken the liberty of wiring this kick drum directly to your sternum. You'll enjoy it.
Ska-punk is exactly what it sounds like: skanky guitar lines alternate with overdriven riffs with throaty Jamaican-inspired shouts on top. Tons of energy from the drums and some great bouncy basslines round out the picture.
If it weren't for the unnatural precision and cleanliness, I might think this album was produced by throwing things at a garbage can with a microphone inside. Was the forecast for electronic music or golf-ball-sized hail?
A writhing mass of dissonant riffs, wall-of-snare drumming, and awesome lead basslines. There are other bands that go into the studio with this level of technicality, but few that come out of it sounding anywhere near this weird.
Banjodoom! Banjodoom banjodoom banjodoom—ahem, uh. This somber, expansive, and weighty album uses thick distorted guitar supplemented with folk instrumentation to create a majestic and immersive experience.
The guitars play fairly ordinary, though very well written and executed, black metal, but the vocals are mostly orthodox chanting led by a very deep bass. They also appear to have invented the concept of the anonymous supergroup. And I'm not kidding about the bass—this guy hits a B1!
You're on a math-rock motorcycle, swerving to keep track of the drumkit. Out of nowhere, you're hit with a truck carrying ten tons of pure stoner groove. But, you're still on the motorcycle... Polymath can derail a metaphor before you even mention trains.
"All Beat ALBUM" claims the description. But hip-hop/trap influences and incorrect pluralizatia are far from the only phenomenons present in an album dense with experimental electronics, syncopated blips, and mangled samples.