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 ...
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 ...