for an album that took seven years to make on a four-track recorder, diego mapa's 'eggboy' marks brilliance in the filipino indie scene by capturing the feeling of loneliness, sentimentality, and teenage nostalgia. though simple in production, the album's concept and writing carries it, making the sound feel intentional; the mixing of the vocals and the way the instruments blend together perfectly represents how it feels to be clueless of the world, recognize and state how ... read more
hellfire feels like stepping in a circus with surrounding brimstone that ignites the tent entrance as soon as your feet feel the rocks burning your soles away. a post-prog, experimental and jazz rock album, black midi’s third and final* album (last one prior to their announcement of hiatus) aimed to show the listener what hell feels like. from the themes, to lyrics, down to the fucking instrumentals, this album hits.
i honestly do not have the words to describe how good this album is. i ... read more
it's funny how i stumbled across this album; i was listening to turnstile's 'BIRDS' until my brother walked in and asked: 'do you wanna hear something cool?'
fast forward to a few minutes after and i was stun-locked by the flute section in speed's 'THE FIRST TEST'. the huuge contrast of a flute breaking the tension in that whole sequence alongside the music video that it came with made me see how much sauce the band was carrying. being only new to ... read more
PEAK HOE REPELLENT
peggy's unpredictable and messy (in a good way) production mixed in with danny's cartoonishly-goofy voice and writing in this hodgepodge of an album is so fucked up in all the best ways. from a jersey remix of kelis' 'milkshake' to christianity-themed sexual innuendos, 'scaring the hoes' isn't a 36-minute rollercoaster; it's a 36-minute speeding ambulance in a manila highway. jpegmafia's experience and saying that he'd ... read more
dijon’s ‘absolutely’ sounds like the quiet creaking of wooden floors, resonates like the buzz you hear from a heater, and feels like the embrace of a warm, fuzzy blanket. the way that this album instantly welcomes you by comfort with ‘big mike’s’ and holds your hand through even the worst parts of a relationship with ‘many times’ and ‘rodeo clown’, dijon’s debut album is raw. even visually, the short film released alongside the ... read more