Goth Disco ’s Garbage arrives like a bin bag hurled through your bedroom window—messy, loud, and somehow completely intentional. If their post-punk roots once stood around looking moody in the corner, this single shoves them into the mosh pit and tells them to loosen up. The drums are sparse but aggressively so, like they’ve sworn off cymbals out of spite. It’s all kick and snare, thumping away with the determination of someone knocking on a door that absolutely isn’t going to open. Over the top, jagged jangly guitars clang and twitch, slightly awkward in that very deliberate way that says, “Yes, we meant to do that.” The minimal synth textures barely peek through, as if politely reminding everyone that Goth Disco still owns at least one black turtleneck. The vocals are where the fun really starts. Exaggerated and tongue-in-cheek, they wobble between sneer and smirk, delivering blunt, repetitive lines like a punk motivational speaker who only believes in one slogan. Subtlety has...
Robofloyo ’s release ‘ Botz ’ feels like it flickers into existence under neon rain, humming quietly while the city sleeps. From the opening seconds, the track balances two opposing instincts: it is jerky and mechanical in its rhythms, yet strangely soothing in its overall drift. Beats stutter like malfunctioning circuitry, while soft synth pads glide underneath, smoothing the edges just enough to keep you suspended rather than unsettled. There’s an unmistakable Blade Runner atmosphere here — not the bombast, but the loneliness. ‘Botz’ sounds spacious and minimal, as if each sound has been carefully rationed in a future where excess is no longer allowed. The restraint works in its favour, creating a sense of unease that never quite explodes, instead lingering like a warning light that refuses to turn off. Ironically, the track sounds as though it was generated by artificial intelligence, yet it was crafted by humans — a clever twist that mirrors its core theme. Robofl...