“Midi Doric – Live” captures raw emotion with an intensity that feels both intimate and immense, like standing in the eye of a storm that refuses to quiet down. Down The Lees deliver a haunting performance where every note bleeds honesty, turning isolation into something fiercely alive.
“Rat Race” bursts out with gritty riffs and restless energy, the kind that makes you want to roll down your windows and chase the horizon. It’s a bold, unapologetic anthem that announces the band’s arrival with swagger and unfiltered rock ‘n’ roll fire.
“Little Thorn” hits like a thunderclap—raw, unrelenting, and dripping with grit. Bram Stalker turn minimalism into pure menace, letting their bass and drums snarl with the intensity of a full-blown riot.
“Faint” drifts between pulse and poetry, where shimmering energy collides with a voice that feels half dream, half confession. Basavriuk crafts a soundscape that pulls you under gently, leaving you suspended in its glowing melancholy.
“We’re All Going to Die” hits with a wild, cathartic rush—equal parts chaos, clarity, and the kind of honesty that makes your pulse jump. Cherry Hill turns existential dread into an adrenaline-soaked anthem that feels strangely liberating.
“77 ECHOES” unfolds like a fever dream, shifting from stark tension to luminous release as if the world is breaking and healing in the same breath. FMLH deliver a track that lingers long after it ends, echoing with haunting beauty and quiet resilience.
“NUDIBRANCH” is a wild, delirious burst of noise and storytelling, twisting chaos into something strangely addictive. Scared Little Toaster crank out a sonic adventure that feels equal parts unhinged, clever, and impossible to forget.
“Between The Moments” shimmers like a whisper in the dark, drawing you into its velvety synths and delicate ache. Sirenglas turns stillness into a spell, crafting a track that feels both haunting and beautifully human.
“Obituaries” tears forward with ragged intensity, then blindsides you with a rush of feeling that cuts deeper than expected. Young and Doomed channel youthful chaos into a punchy, cathartic anthem that refuses to sit still.
“Black Hair” glows like a quiet daydream, drenched in swirling textures that feel soft enough to fall into. The Streetlights craft a hazy, tender reverie where every note lingers like a touch you don’t want to forget.
