I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that someone put shoegaze together with washed-out drain gang vocals, but I’m pretty blown away by how well it works for this band.

This record ferries listeners from this realm to somewhere much, much stranger. Between wailing saxophones, cut-up noise samples, there is a Burroughsian quality that lends an otherworldly atmosphere to this experimental album.

This record from LA-based musician Elon Katz showcases the other side of post-pop, after the party is over and you wake up the next morning alone on the bathroom floor.

For such a long-running and fascinating institution, the Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra still largely flies under the radar. 60 Years, a live album commemorating the jazz collective’s sixtieth birthday, examines the mission and message of the group thus far.

Bridging the gap between prog, hardcore, and good ol’ post punk, Satan and the Dying Baby has me convinced that this sound still has more to offer to us before we discard it for the next big thing.

For those worried about choosing between deep themes and fun music, let Paurro show you the path where you get both without sacrificing anything.

Inside Voice / Outside Voice offers a crash course in creative communication, a mode of speaking that transcends culture, time, and place to bring people together.

People often misrepresent psychedelic experiences with over-the-top maximalist art, but in reality Big Blood’s understated and elegant new avant-folk record First Aid Kit really strikes at the heart of psychedelia.

This one may be the most disturbingly embodied album you’ve ever heard.

London-based post-rock act Legss writes songs that build to nothing, locking the listener into an anxious spiral.

A fantastic summary of everything that makes death metal great.

A review of a truly experimental album from London’s Lunch Money Life.

Darkwave is definitely having its moment, and Puerta Negra is on the pulse. With the release of their second EP Playa Sola, the Portland, Oregon-based duo immerses listeners in a lush soundscape right out of an 80’s goth club.

This record feels like a throwback to a classic era of alternative music, embodying an underground 90s sound presented for a new generation.

Hyperpop isn’t dead– it’s just going through its punk phase.

The latest in British breakcore

the ultimate statement on chaos, presented by a speaker who is absolutely shattered into a million pieces

a psychedelic ode to all things radio pop