"Voices" by Valiancy is here in a "not so nice" way. Instead of walking into your personal space, it sneaks into your space! Kind of like when a cool guy spills a beer on the concrete after 2 am and leaves the smell of marijuana floating through the air.

This moment is significant within the context of Black Seraphim at this point in time—it is a breath before impact and shows what Black Seraphim has developed into at this moment in their existence.

There are musicians that just come and go; then a few simply step back and allow time to pass whilst the space fills with static and the remains of their presence turn into bare concrete from the beer rings on the floor until such a time seems right for them to return.

After circling that door for a decade, CRYSTALATOR has finally made it through it. Slip Into the Core represents that moment between feedback and silence.

Made Friends does not rush itself into being, rather it invites you to wade into it. The pulse comes first, followed by the voice that speaks as someone who has learned many lessons in life the hard way.

It recalls the feel of electric fuzz or white noise beneath a solid surface, such as concrete, and it evokes imagery of a wet, cold, half-empty bottle of beer that has broken open and is pooling ash.

Billy Davis doesn’t bring answers to you; he brings you ash on his sleeves, the static of feeling, and the quiet weight of asking the same question for years until he finally lets out his song.

As I listen to The Iddy Biddies’ new album, “The World Inside,” I feel as though they’ve strolled right into my living room, covered in the dust from their travels and bringing all their stories along for the ride.

In Ratfink!'s world, there is a particular point where the rules of the game begin to unravel. It is comparable to hearing a guitar out of tune; it is similar to the smell of spilled beer on carpet; it emits a feeling of inhaling static and concrete dust or tasting ash on one's tongue.

"Lust" by Sophia Mengrosso doesn't take you slowly into the "Lust" world. It hits you as if it is hot on the ground like concrete.

When "Just Like Me" begins playing, the room gets colder because of the song's emotional impact. Before you understand it, you have already felt it.

You can feel El Drifte's presence before he gets into the venue. The room shifts as soon as he enters with his coat and the outside cold comes in and after the door closes, the cold is gone and there is warmth again.

In the "before" you have hot Texas days. Days that are ordinary and stretched out in thin wispy small minutes on the clock; Days with a guitar resting on the wall in a position of authority, like some old man glaring down at you.

Just like many other major characters in literature, the heroine of Ava Valianti's song "Hot Mess" enters the story via an admission rather than through violence.

The songs by Chloe Hawes have always been about someone trying to make sense of all the chaos from partying hard, being out too much living in crappy places, and dealing with the mental anguish they have experienced while growing up in a dysfunctional household.

As the band walks through the door they approach the warmth and comfort of analogue tape. Initially a slow and slightly staticy buildup, but eventually there’s a sudden explosion of energy in the room.

Alex Riddle's writing style continues to be characterized by a sense of urgency that restricts his emotional processing and creative expression; however, with the release of Evelyn's first single, Grace - Act One, he has been liberated from this limitation.

While the latest single from Clinton Belcher, "Save Me From Myself," doesn't have a very distinct lyrical quality to it, you can certainly feel the weight of the song before actually hearing any of the lyrics.

Mardi Gras has never come across as a band that intends to fit in the marketplace. They have always chosen to play by their own rules: beer-stained rehearsal spaces, concrete floors, and the familiar moan of static in the monitors—a legacy defined by grit, not shine.

The latest single from Amelina titled "A New Year Wish" scintillates brilliantly and buzzes with the same holiday static we have all heard before, that space between hope and fear, silently live fireworks and the silence just before they go off.