Killington Fall

delicate icy fronds developing into edgy beats,
with those ever-present icicles of guitar adding to the luminosity and jaggedness of each dimension,
before lofty swathes of notes create a vertically rising stream of consciousness.

Four Wheel Drive

At times the growling bass is as heavy as a wheelbarrow of expectant hippos.
At other times, the tunes are grittier than half a yard of gravel shoved up your exhaust pipe.
At all times you feel like the songs go in. 
They go in all the way – up to the hilt....
This is coltish, rogering, rollicking music and it is not for the faint of heart.

CHANTEL McGREGOR

Even in the darker moments, her reinterpretations
are an inspiration. Evoking strong mental images. Of gaining higher ground.
Of becoming the best that you can be.
In her world of blues, life is pleasure as well as pain...

Toxic Federation

descanting guitars swoop and sweep over the landscape
like night-hawks on the prowl- searching for the living dead...

The Qemists

brazen bazooka blasts of whale-bottomed bellowing bass- yet also encompassing  fanfares of hippy-hippy shake rattle-dem-bones percussive edge. Verses and choruses play like naughty puppy dogs chasing tails. Funny, fresh and playful – guaranteed to make you lose control...

My Ruin

Incessant and pitilessly moaning guitars provide flaming and unforgiving depths of sound – often illuminated by piercing shards of beautiful light as the lead-guitar breaks through from subterranean depths...