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Lazy Queen - Unemployed, Uninspired

Lazy Queen ’s new single Unemployed, Uninspired is a glorious middle finger dressed as a punk song—and it flips the bird with style. Dropped on April 4th via Icons Creating Evil Art (yes, that’s really the label name, and yes, it fits perfectly), the track is part of their upcoming mixtape Lost, Never To Be Seen Again vol. 1 , which sounds like a cryptic message from a punk band lost in IKEA, but is actually a resurrection of unreleased early material. The song itself? It’s like getting drop-kicked in the chest by your own bad decisions—but in a good way. From the first second, it’s full throttle: guitars snarling like rabid dogs, drums punching you in the throat, and Henrik García Søberg (they/them) howling like someone who just got ghosted and stubbed their toe. According to Henrik, it’s “the musical equivalent of screaming ‘fuck-off-and-let-me-self-destruct-in-peace’ into one’s pillow.” Frankly, if you’re not doing that at least once a week...

Naked Planet - Plant

They say there is nothing new under the sun, but Naked Planet ’s latest release, Plant , demonstrably disproves this age-old adage. With a bold fusion of nature and electronic music, this track turns the humblest of natural elements into something entirely innovative. Every sound within Plant —whether it’s the beat of the drums, the swell of chords, or the swirling melodies—emerges not from traditional instruments, but from real-life plant recordings. Leaves rustling, stems bending, and the faintest vibrations of plants are painstakingly sampled and transformed into a vibrant tapestry of sonic texture. This isn’t just music; it’s a living, breathing soundscape that feels both deeply organic and mysteriously otherworldly. The delicate nuances of nature’s pulse blend seamlessly with the electrifying energy of dance music, creating an experience that is at once grounding and transcendent. Each note feels like a step deeper into a forest where the rhythm of the ear...

Akkiles82 - High Tech, Low Life

Akkiles82 ’s latest single, High Tech, Low Life , pulses with the electric energy of a cyberpunk vision, capturing the soul of a future Yokohama where technology and humanity collide in vibrant chaos. From the first beat, the track pulls you into the heart of this neon-drenched city, where towering skyscrapers cast long shadows over the streets below. The bass reverberates like the very foundation of Neo Yokohama, shaking the concrete and chrome cityscape with its unrelenting force. The soundscape is alive with the hum of laser grids and the ethereal glow of artificial cherry blossoms, their luminescent pollen drifting down onto the dancers in a superclub tucked beneath the looming cityscape. Akkiles82 weaves together metallic rhythms and deep, throbbing synths, evoking the city’s vibrant underground culture—a place where the line between man and machine dissolves. Amidst the flashing lights and pulsating bass, you can almost see the silhouettes of robots, joytoys, and huma...

Kat Kikta - Cherry Trees

Cherry Trees by Kat Kikta is less a song and more a breath of serenity, a quiet exhale in a world too often holding its breath. It drifts in like the first blush of spring, its delicate layers unfolding with the softness of petals caught on the wind. There is a hushed reverence in its sound—a deep, resonant stillness that feels like stepping into a sacred space where hope lingers in the air. Kikta doesn’t just compose; she conjures. Harps glisten like morning dew, violins trace delicate patterns in the sky, and rhythms move with the steady patience of nature itself. It’s a song of renewal, of resilience, of the silent strength found in things that bloom despite the storms. And at its heart, her voice—gentle yet resolute, as if whispering secrets meant to be carried across time. But Cherry Trees is not merely beautiful; it is purposeful. Its melody lulls, but its message stirs. Woven into its dreamlike soundscape is a quiet urgency, a call for peace not shouted ...

Jodie Langford - Put It Down

I’m running out of superlatives to express my feelings about Jodie Langford . Seriously, I’ve used them all. She’s a mercurial punk poet, a spoken-word powerhouse, and now, the official spokesperson for people under 5’5” who are sick of watching gigs through a sea of phone screens. Her latest single, Put It Down , is a riotous, tongue-in-cheek anthem aimed at those who insist on filming an entire concert like they’re directing a live documentary. Produced by Endoflevelbaddie , the track is a blistering mix of attitude, humor, and a beat that demands movement (preferably without a phone in your hand). Jodie doesn’t just complain—she roasts . “Getting your phone out for a long period of time is poor gig etiquette… & I’m short so that doesn’t help!” she declares, proving once again that she can turn irritation into art. The track is less of a polite request and more of a rallying cry: put your phone away, live in the moment, and for the love of all things...

Hello Cosmos - Turn Off the News

Hello Cosmos ’ "Turn Off the News" is less a song and more a call to arms—an electrified jolt to the system wrapped in distortion, urgency, and unshakable purpose. It crackles with the energy of the present moment, a collision of alternative rock and experimental electronics that feels both restless and resolute. The Manchester-based four-piece, led by Ben Robinson, doesn’t just play music; they craft sonic manifestos, and this one lands like a wake-up call through the static. Robinson’s voice is a pulpit of frustration and hope, cutting through the haze like a flare in the dark. Angela Chan’s viola and synths weave a spectral undercurrent, an eerie echo of the world outside, while Adrian Ingham’s guitar—filtered through a labyrinth of effects—screams and sighs in equal measure. Beneath it all, Simon Robinson’s drumming is a relentless heartbeat, pounding forward as if urging listeners to march in step. But this isn’t just sound—it’s message. In an era where headlines...

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 ...

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...