Breaking Sputnik’s debut single Scars announces itself not with a whisper but a growl from the void. Written by Alex T in a van overlooking the wintry Atlantic during a long, isolated February on Ireland’s west coast, this is music forged in the margins — off-grid, off-script, and defiantly off-center. The track’s dark, moody bassline creeps like fog, while Alex’s raw, storytelling vocals thread through the chaos like barbed wire: brutal, intimate, and oddly comforting.
Built on a backbone of relentless percussion and blistering guitar noise, Scars is a searing distillation of exile and resistance. There’s punk’s disobedience, the bleak hum of early industrial, and the synthetic heartbeat of sleepless cities — yet none of it feels borrowed. It’s less homage, more weapon. Alex doesn’t sanitize the pain; he amplifies it. But instead of wallowing, he roars forward, dragging bruises behind him like trophies.
“Each scar is a story,” he declares — not as lament, but as battle hymn. It’s a track for the ones who feel splintered by the world yet keep showing up, unpolished and unashamed. Breaking Sputnik isn’t interested in clean lines or genre purity; it’s a messy, impassioned rebellion wrapped in jagged riffs and glitching synths. Check it out!
Review by Thomas Imposter