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When Raw Emotion Matures, But Refuses to Fade Led by the ever-magnetic Kristin Hersh, Throwing Muses returns in 2025 with Moonlight Concessions — a record that rouses ears already attuned to the dark. That raw, emotional chaos which took shape in the late ’80s is still here — only now, it's slower, deeper, and just as sharp. Old Wounds, New Echoes Moonlight Concessions nods to the band’s early years: lo-fi textures, warbly distortions, and Hersh’s ageless voice. But this is no mere throwback — it’s a sonic diary of today’s fragmented inner world. “Summer of Love,” with its ironic title, revisits the glamorized past with a knowing smirk. “Libretto” opens like a theatre curtain: first silence, then an intimate unraveling. Hersh’s Voice: Still Weary, Still Piercing Kristin Hersh doesn’t speak with her lyrics as much as she speaks through the tone of her voice. There's a fatigue behind every line — not defeat, but experience. That’s what makes the album feel so startlingl...

If an album is the static screen of an old television, Hot Shock by HotWax is the hammer that smashes right through it. Hailing from Hastings, this trio has delivered one of 2025’s sweatiest, rawest, and most defiant records. The raw fury of The White Stripes, the snarling beauty of Wolf Alice, the unruly spirit of '90s grunge… none of them quoted, all of them absorbed — like smoke pulled deep into the lungs of this record. “Phone Machine” – A Panic Attack Strung on Guitar Wire The first spark of the album, Phone Machine , erupts like inner static in a room with no signal. The vocals don’t just crack — they tear. Drums don’t beat like a pulse, they punch like frustration. This isn’t a message — it’s an explosion left unread. Bouncing Off the Walls – Live, It’s a Blackout When HotWax takes the stage, they don’t play like a band — they hit like a blackout: unpredictable, raw, and bound to break something. Deep guitar tones, muffled distortion, vocals laced with emotion too h...

New York never sleeps. And neither does Been Stellar. Five young souls born into this city took its noise, wrapped it around their guitar strings, and screamed it into the night with Scream from New York, NY . This isn't just an album. It’s the sound of Brooklyn’s echoes, taxi horns blaring into the void, fluorescent lights flickering in subway stations. Been Stellar takes the garage rock fury of the early 2000s and runs it through today’s gritty romanticism and a stone-solid production. With Dan Carey behind the boards, their sound shakes more than just walls—it shakes us, too. The Heartbeats of Modern Chaos Every track on the album carries the tension of growing up in the city. “Pumpkin” hangs low like smoke in a basement show. “All in One” finds you staring at the ceiling in a cramped apartment, wondering where it all went sideways. Sam Slocum doesn’t sing—he unloads. Words are jammed in his throat, but they have to come out, somehow. The guitars are aggressive but sharp....