Review: Bruit ≤ – The Age of Ephemerality
This is the perfect post-rock album.
This is the perfect post-rock album.
Emotional repetition isn’t failure; it’s persistence!
Prog you can bring home to meet your parents?
Someone ask Quentin Tarantino if he wants an indie prog band for his next film’s soundtrack.
Am I so out of touch? No, it’s the children who are wrong.
Shamanic wisdom from a realm of boundless energy
Aesthetics, schmaesthetics. Songwriting, schmongwriting. Consonance, schmonsonance. Who needs em, anyway?
The raven refused to sing for Steven Wilson, yet they’ll give Toby Driver *anything*? Sounds like a double standard to me.
The Anathema frontman is back with a new EP, now more ethereal than ever
“Just another instrumental-guitar-bedroom project”