[engl] Third album from this flaming Flamish/ Dutch Four-Piece - the second on Sounds of Subterrania. Guitar, bass, harmonica and drums. The basic tools you need to grind out solid, loud, prime crawl, top notch rock’n’roll. “The stuff that don’t save souls” as Lux Interior puts it! Featuring 13 songs of love (both good and all gone wrong), death, life and just general fucking around on a daily basis. Stuff you can relate to. As a huge fan of the superb Belgien beers I would love to write something clever about this record and relate it to Quadruples and Trappists and Saisons, but fuck that for now. This goes perfectly with loads of lager - preferably in big glasses - and cheap alchohol! Kicks off in perfect style with what you think is an instrumental with an in-your-face harmonica solo followed by a blistering guitar! But what for it! “In Motion” dives into a perfect little r’n’r tune with a certain Memphis feel to it - heavily amplified by the chorus line “Strong Come On” I’m sure fans of Reigning Sounds and Oblivians will have a small (drunken) smile on their face while listening to this fine slab of hard bluesy rock action. My original plan was NOT to mention “O, Oblivian!” but there you go… There is a certain laid back 70s rock inspiration sprinkled all over the record recalling splendid bands like The Dictators, MC5 and Rory Gallagher during his “Top Priority” and “Stage Struck” era. Songs like “My Love is Gone” and “Soft Kill” are knee deep stuck in the best sounds of the 60s rock tradition. However these guys never sound retrospective or old-school. Totally fresh and rocking in a free new world of people who actually believe that true rock’n’roll never dies. Short, sharp, to-the-point compositions with no superflous bullshit or pointless ideas. You even get a one and a half minute ballad and a two minute country tune - electric spaghetti style! I feel like writing motherfucker now, but I can’t really get it context. Wait a minute! Maybe “motherfucker” is the best way to describe these four fine fellows. I’m sure that is the word I’ll be throwing at them next time I see them live! Closing number “Don’t Bury Me Before I’m Dead” is a plus four (no pun intended) minutes bluesy death rock tune, not unlike something Jeffrey Lee Pierce could have written on a good day (if he had any good days that is). Sheer class!

[engl] In Germany, there is a word called Gram, which is not so common anymore and describes a persistent, gnawing sorrow. In my quest to put into words the music of "Undreams," the second album from the Stockholm-based three-piece band, this word kept coming to mind. Fascinatingly frozen by the fragile beauty in which the songs are written, the minimalist, unfiltered rawness captivates me and yet always reflects the sound of this brokenness on one's own being like a mirror. "Undreams" comes seven years after the debut album "Cradle of Snake". These seven years have done the band more than good. The dark sound of their songs has nothing in common with the adolescent melancholy of some contemporaries. It is not egocentric or even narcissistic, but and forgive me this word, because it is equally uncommon in this context, caring. He wraps you gently like your favorite blanket on a gray autumn day, gives you soft, flickering light on a nightly walk, he comforts quietly, knowing full well that danger is not banished by a hum, he says the world is not a good place, but we have it in our hands, as long as we stick together, to change that. It may sound presumptuous, but "Undreams" showcases all the skills Mia, Tess and Frankie have acquired over the years in their bands and solo projects. It is an album drawn by life experience, dark, but also powerful, thunderous, energetic. "Undreams" is an album of three women who face life in all its facets. It was recorded, like the previous one, by Stefan Brändström at The Dustward Studio in Stockholm. Snake wanted to get as close as possible to the atmosphere of the rehearsal room and make the album a reflection of what the band heard and felt during rehearsals. "With the power of 'Me Too' in our hearts, we've been working through the album process since the wave in 2017. We think it's a darker album, but also with a glimmer of hope. We've found that we can be strong together, share difficult experiences and use them to make ourselves heard. We address teenage angst, the fear of getting older, love, grief, and the struggle to put the shame and guilt where it belongs."

[engl] The Stilettos are a Utrecht based 3-piece band consisting of lead singer Ned Harris, drummer RockstarBarry and guitar swinger extraordinaire Drs. Hook. They paid their dues, learned to play the blues and put on their rockin' shoes.The Stilettos share a passion for fucked up, noisy as hell punk rock 'n' roll. They're loud, fast, raw, and eager to raise hell and still manage to maintain that overall make-you-feel-good sentiment. It's groovy, high-energy garage rock 'n' roll. RockstarBarry: ''we love to play and one-day this planet and its crazy shenanigans will come to a stop. The Stilettos want to be on the soundtrack to the next Big Bang, after which people will be dancing again. Savagely, around huge campfires, beating homemade drums with human bones, screaming for what they need and not what they want...'' Up Yours' Magazine from Belgium called them: ''way more threatening and horrifying than hundreds of sleeping Al Quajda terrorist cells.'' But they're nice guys with girlfriends, who love their parents. They come out like the mutated baby of a menage à trois between The Ramones, The Pagans and The Rolling Stones, born and bred on a steady diet of beer, marihuana and love gone bad...

[engl] The Love is the lovechild of Bob Belmans who after a lifetime in the dark finally takes his place in the spotlight. Like a Shaggy Roy Orbison he seduces you with his silky voice to take you then with him to the dark caverns of nasty garage-rock and deranged 60s soul. Bob Belmans was writing songs anonymously for years in his garden house, just keeping them to himself, until he felt like the time had come out and let the world hear about it. He gathered experienced forces of the Belgian underground around him with a history in bands like El Guapo Stuntteam, The Sha-la-lees, The Sore Losers and JFJ. They went to the mountains and came back two days later with ten songs about love and life, all recorded in one tumultuous weekend. No overdubs, no backing tracks, just catching the honesty and raw energy of the songs, as real as it gets. Being influenced by all things Motown, 70’s New York cool and that classic early rock and roll sound, it all comes together in a guitar driven, straightforward modern day garagerock record. Expect excitement, expect a mess, expect realness, but it won’t be boring and that’s a promise.

[engl] Limited on 100 copies. One side etched.

[engl] Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Desire, an everlasting grip of that youthful energy, that fire and fury you felt playing a style of music that gives you a lifelong addiction and appreciation. If you’ve once been part of that certain something, that became part of your identity, it never lets you go. Drummer Sascha, bassist Jan, guitarists Philipp and Tobias know how it is getting older but still feeling the fire. The four friends shook up the scenes out of Frankfurt in the 90s and 00s. They played in different bands, they toured Europe and the US of A, they were mods, punks, hardcore kids. And they never lost their connection and love for their music. That’s why they got together some years back, rehearsing and writing songs just for the heck of it. Out of pure desperation the four of them were thinking about staying a goddamn instrumental band, maybe working with projections and shit to fog the fact that there was something initial missing: a singer. The road was calling their names, and they wanted to play shows and let you and you and you know what they got... So, they gave it one last try to find somebody to fill the void behind the mic. What helped was a platform – basically Tinder for musicians – to find that certain somebody. They kept it simple and only dropped one thing: #blackflag. On the other side of the screen there is Sam, a mystical, ghostly punkrock fairy. Sam shares that same hashtag, and she wants to sing. So, why not give it a try? Sam takes the offer, shows up in the rehearsal space, and the rest is history. Sam owns it. Sam is prepared. Sam can sing, scream, kick ass and has the lyrics to back it all up! On different occasions they now set stages on fire. They played a sweaty show in a packed Molotow cellar at Reeperbahn Festival, they joined the “Female Fronted Is Not A Genre” festival at legendary SO36 in Berlin and took the place by storm. They are ready. They were born ready. And they have that record to prove it. As any classic hardcore/punk LP it’s almost over before it started. Ten songs in twenty minutes. That’s the way. I Am A God sets the tone: “You think that I’m a girl?”, Sam asks, “Let me tell you I am a god/ And you know that I’m heaven sent.” What else would Sam be? The legendary hashtagged Californian hardcore icons drip out of every note here. This is old-school knowledge, played today. Fast, furious, and packed with energy. But it’s way more than just a bland tribute. It’s a middle-finger that finds its own direction. Salary Man allows itself a certain amount of melody – also carried by Sam who obviously can do more than bellow. Or Somewhere that shows that The Pill is a more dimensional band that can even Hüsker Dü things up if they are willing to. The Bitter Pill presents itself surprisingly angular and kind of melancholic. And What’s New almost makes its way into post-hardcore territory. Inbetween Switch and Off give you all the Greg Ginn vs. Dez Cadena your damaged souls were desperately striving for.

[engl] The Tigers of Doom were founded in Berlin in autumn 2003 and since then they left numerous traces of devastation. Damaged eardrums, sprained limbs, holes in livers and stomachs, gaps in the brain – it’s all the Tigers’ fault. And they’re only a duo! But they are noisy like a troop of wild animals. GoGo Gero plays all the rhythms of the jungle on his minimalist drum kit, and his singing stretches from energetic shouting to soulful crooning. And Asphalt Tiger: the high-tensed wires of his guitar are always on the edge of blasting; the sound that he drives through the amplifier terrifies man and animal. Now Sounds of Subterrania will release the first Long player of the Tigers of Doom: eleven songs of dirty Rhythm’n’Blues, Punkrock and Garage. One asks: where does this raw energy come from? Well, the Tigers of Doom were locked away in a recording room for an entire week, and they wanted nothing else than to break out. Their music is an effort to remember their days of freedom, to envision a better world devoid of cages and chains, and to make a sacrifice to there mythical forefathers which they ate up, to magically strengthen their selves. The Oblivians, the Gories, Alex Chilton, Agent Orange, Black Flag and the Sonics – from early time on they were the natural nourishment of these two carnivores. Since their childhood days the Tigers love to play this wild garage punk: GoGo Gero previously together with Ten Buck Fuck, Asphalt Tiger as a member of Metal Disco U.S.A. and Action Team. They’re getting better every day! We can hear it: meanwhile the senses of the Tigers of Doom are dangerously sharpened, and their stringy limbs are of an unbelievable tension. What do the Tigers of Doom believe in? After the apocalypse jungles, savannahs and swamps will spread out everywhere. Collecting fruit, trapping, going fishing, ripping wild animals and eating them at a blazing camp-fire, and party-hardying all night long: thus the days will pass away, and each morning will be new and strange. The Tigers of Doom play the sound of the nearby future this very day.

[engl] The Treeberrys are celebrating great and absolutely stylish 6t's pop, you wouldn't find it made much better even way back in 1966 and love being very authenic and they're taking it to the max. You will feel the spirit of the Beatles on every little chord the guys around mastermind Hiroaki Watarai are playing.

[engl] Here's a new album by the japanese favorite chorus group, and it includes their newest hit, ''My Girl'' It's a new kind of song for the Treeberrys. All the things you've heard until now have had that great rockin' british beat - the style that made these fabulous young performers just about the biggest thing in the country. ''My Girl'' is entirely different. It's a wonderful ballad, and if you haven't already heard the guys do it, you have a treat in store for you. This song is fast becoming the romantic ballad of the day, and it's making thousands of new friends for the boys. And for the old friends of the Treeberrys there's plenty of that good old british beat too. As you already know, they're fabulous - all the way!