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Skandalhuset - En Kärleksförklaring

  If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if a Finnish tango got blackout drunk at a ska-punk show and woke up married to a brass section,  Skandalhuset  has your answer.  En Kärleksförklaring   is a breakneck declaration of love, equal parts passion and poor decision-making, recorded live in their rehearsal space for that extra sweaty, chaotic authenticity. From the opening notes, this track grabs you by the collar, throws you onto the dancefloor, and demands that you skank until your knees regret it. The brass section is absolutely unhinged—blazing through solos like a trumpet just found out its ex is in the audience—while the rhythm section pounds away with the intensity of a band that’s one speeding ticket away from disaster. It’s fast, frantic, and just the right amount of messy. But here’s where it gets weird (in the best way possible): underneath the skanking and the shouting, there’s actual melancholy. The Finnish tango influence sneaks in like an old ...
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Dordogne - MESCOULES

  Dordogne ’s  MESCOULES     from the album La Duche  is an environment, where sound is fluid, where the ground beneath you shifts before your feet can settle. It does not unfold so much as it bends, twists, and reforms, luring the you into its unstable gravity. Each note feels like an incantation, each silence a deliberate pause before the next wave crashes. MESCOULES  emerges like a mist rolling in from an unknown shore, its form uncertain until it gathers weight, darkens, and takes shape. Guitars weave like fractured beams of light, illuminating something vast and unknowable. The bassline pulses like an engine buried deep within the earth, its distant hum both grounding and foreboding. Just as the track seems to rise—threatening to slip the bonds of gravity—it is dragged violently back down, flattening into a desolate wasteland where tension lingers in the air like static. And then the storm breaks.  The climax is an obliteration, a great celestial ...

LAMIA - Cobra

  LAMIA 's  Cobra  is a hypnotic spell, a serpent weaving through a landscape of ancient rhythms and industrial decay. Middle Eastern melodies entwine with jungle-infused beats, pulsing with an intoxicating undercurrent. The vocals—piercing yet seductive—radiate raw energy, luring the listener into a world both alluring and unsettling. Emerging from the underground currents of London and Berlin, LAMIA carves out a singular identity, rebellious and untamed.   Cobra  highlights her fearless artistry, fusing experimental electronic textures, fragmented club rhythms, and a shadowy industrial edge. The lyrics, sharp and satirical, deepen the song’s mystique, inviting you to decode its hypnotic charm. Cobra  is a glimpse into electronic music’s future—a space where innovation and defiance collide. It demands not just to be heard but felt, lingering in the psyche long after the final beat dissolves. Review by Thomas Imposter  Imposter  

THE BANG BANG BANG - STAND UP

  Swedish rockers  THE BANG BANG BANG  are here to thrill you with  STAND UP , a song so aggressively catchy it should come with a warning label. Their third single is a  beatpunk firecracker , packing  furious riffs, rebellious swagger, and enough energy to make your morning coffee obsolete . From the get-go, the track  charges in like a caffeinated bulldozer , all choppy guitars and punchy beats, before the vocals kick in with a stiff-upper-lip attitude that says, “Yes, I’m cool, and yes, I know it.” Then—BOOM—the chorus  erupts like a punk-fueled confetti cannon , showering you in crunchy riffs and anthemic hooks. It’s a glorious mess of urgency and precision, like if The Hives and The Clash had a musical baby that grew up on energy drinks. The production keeps things  tight and punchy , ensuring  maximum head-bobbing and air-guitar potential . The drums thunder with no regard for public safety, the guitars snarl like they’ve got some...

Scared Little Toaster - VIBRA

  Listening to “ VIBRA ” by Scared Little Toaster feels like stepping into an unholy alliance between a punk rock show and a kitchen appliance repair shop.  This London-based noise rock/noise punk duo—armed with a fuzz-drenched bass, frantic drums, and an apparent grudge against domestic appliances—delivers a track that’s part sonic chaos, part hypnotic masterpiece, and entirely bananas. Something of a plus for us here at Green Banana.   The song kicks off with a trembling hum that sounds suspiciously like a toaster regretting its life choices, before erupting into angular bass riffs fuzzier than a sweater pulled from the dryer too soon. The drums don’t so much keep time as attack it from every direction, veering wildly between caffeinated jazz flurries and full-throttle punk destruction.  Together, it’s a glorious mess, like an industrial blender trying to break into the music industry. And yet, amid the clamor, there’s something undeniably compelling. The sheer au...

Luna Drift - Dawned

  Luna Drift ’s latest single,  “Dawned,”  feels like a collision of shadow and light, where post-punk’s brooding introspection meets the restless pulse of indie rock.  From the first note, Connor’s guitar carves through the atmosphere with a raw, searing edge, setting the stage for Sam’s bassline—a deep, resonant heartbeat that anchors the chaos. Cathal’s drums propel the track forward with a fierce momentum, as if chasing an unseen horizon, while Greg’s shimmering guitar textures wrap the soundscape in a cinematic haze. There’s a palpable urgency in “Dawned,” a sense of reaching for something just out of grasp. The tension builds with precision, each layer of sound adding weight to the journey. Connor’s voice cuts through the swirl, delivering lyrics that feel like whispered confessions in the dark—fragile yet defiant. Themes of change and longing ripple through the song, carried by a melody that tugs at the heartstrings without ever losing its grit. And then it ha...

Ceremony Shadows - Reclaim

  Ceremony Shadows ’  Reclaim  is a spellbinding journey into the depths of empowerment and self-sovereignty. Released on January 20th, the track unfurls like a dark bloom, weaving the shadowy elegance of darkwave with the shimmering textures of electro-pop.  It’s a layered, entrancing composition that lures listeners into its haunting embrace before surging into a pulsating, infectious crescendo. From its delicate opening,  Reclaim  whispers of transformation. Each note seems to rise from the shadows, building a soundscape of brooding synths and immersive rhythms.  The vocals are ethereal yet commanding, a voice caught between fragility and resolve, delivering lyrics that ripple with introspection and power. The song’s message is as profound as its sound, urging listeners to reflect on life’s trials as catalysts for growth and authenticity. “We choose the trauma, we make mistakes,” the band explains, reframing pain as a purposeful part of the human jo...

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Dusker - Let’s See Ya

  Dusker ’s new single,  “ Let’s See Ya ,”  is like being dragged into a mosh pit while someone recites poetry at you—chaotic, sharp, and strangely profound. Dropping January 8th via Peleton Records, this angular noise-rock track offers a tantalizing preview of their upcoming 2025 album,  Limb Rung Ladder . If The Fall had a hyper-caffeinated younger cousin who also dabbled in controlled demolition, it’d probably sound a lot like this. From the first note,  “Let’s See Ya”  comes out swinging with wiry guitars that sound like they’re trying to saw their way out of your speakers.  The vocals are a mix of punk shouting and cryptic spoken-word that could double as graffiti slogans. Somewhere out there, Mark E. Smith is probably nodding in approval. But just when you’re bracing for more sonic haymakers, Dusker takes an unexpected detour. Midway through, the track downshifts into a sedate, almost reflective moment, as if they’re letting you catch your breath...