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Sugar at the Hollywood Palladium (Los Angeles, September 30th, 2026)

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⚡ The Show

J. Robbins (Jawbox) opened the show with a solo acoustic guitar set about half an hour long and around seven songs. To be transparent, I am not familiar with his music, and while I have heard of Jawbox, I can’t say I would know a song if I heard it. As a performance, it was fine; his strumming and vocals were good, and the last song of his set received the most reaction. Solo acoustic can be tricky, as limited instrumentation can lead to an indifferent audience reaction; however, Robbins was a fine introduction for what was to come.

90s alternative rockers Sugar brought their Love You Even Still World Tour to the Hollywood Palladium, delivering a 90‑minute set that proved age has nothing on intensity. Frontman Bob Mould, now 65, tore through riffs and vocals with the energy of someone half his age, while David Barbe’s melodic bass lines added depth and drive. With Barbe and Mould trading lead vocals, Sugar felt like a true band again — not just a Mould solo project.

Drummer Malcolm Travis, now in his mid‑70s, kept the pulse steady, though some of the early set’s power felt slightly restrained compared to the band’s early‑career ferocity. On songs like Tilted from Beaster, you could imagine the extra punch drummer Jon Wurster brings to Mould’s solo shows. Still, Travis held his own, keeping the momentum tight and focused.

🎸 The Sound

Early in the set, the bass tone leaned a bit muffled and heavy in the mix. Barbe looked to be playing an Ampeg SVT-style head with an 8×10 cabinet. A brighter EQ — more treble, less mids — would’ve let the guitar breathe a little more. Once balanced, though, the band locked in beautifully, especially on Hoover Dam, Your Favorite Thing, and JC Auto. The guitar sound was vintage Mould, high gain distortion with no effects just pure overdriven riffing. Playing what looked to be a Blackstar Artisan 100 head and Artisan 412A cabinet, in addition to a Fender Twin Reverb.

Having been fortunate to see Sugar last time around in 1992 I came prepared with earplugs as that show was one of the loudest, I have experienced. This time around the volume was at a much more manageable level but without hindering the wall of distortion sound Mould has made a career of.

 

🧡 The Verdict

Sugar played songs from every release — Copper Blue, File Under Easy Listening, Beaster, Besides — plus two new tracks. It was a nostalgic yet fresh reminder of how powerful this trio remains. The choice to play songs from each release gave fans the opportunity to experience the full catalog. If this really is their final curtain call, it was a hell of a way to go out. No fluff, no encore — just pure, high‑energy rock from start to finish.

🎶 Setlist 

  • The Act We Act
  • A Good Idea
  • Changes
  • Company Book
  • After All the Roads Have Led to Nowhere
  • Hoover Dam
  • Where Diamonds Are Halos
  • Running Out of Time
  • Gift
  • Your Favorite Thing
  • Clownmaster (with Beatles “Birthday” snippet for David Barbe’s birthday)
  • Frustration
  • House of Dead Memories
  • Long Live Love
  • Explode and Make Up
  • Come Around
  • Tilted
  • JC Auto
  • Helpless
  • Gee Angel
  • If I Can’t Change Your Mind

BEES MADE HONEY IN THE VEIN TREE — In Between Strides

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BEES MADE HONEY IN THE VEIN TREETREE have always moved like a slow‑forming storm front — patient, enveloping, and quietly overwhelming. But on their fourth album, In Between Strides, they step beyond the psychedelic‑doom monolith they’ve spent a decade refining and wander into something far more melodic, spontaneous, and exploratory.

This is the sound of a band letting instinct lead, embracing uncertainty, and discovering new terrain in real time.

A Record Built on Motion, Instinct, and Environment

Created across unconventional recording spaces — rooms with character, corners with strange acoustics, places where the air itself becomes part of the performance — In Between Strides feels less like a studio album and more like a travelogue of sound. You hear movement. You hear space. You hear the band reacting to each other without overthinking.

Their psychedelic‑doom roots remain, but they’re now a launchpad, not a cage. The album drifts through:

  • Hazy shoegaze — blurred edges, soft-focus guitars, dreamlike drift
  • Atmospheric drone — meditative weight, long-form immersion
  • Acoustic textures — fragile warmth, organic contrast
  • Towering heaviness — tectonic crescendos, massive low-end

It’s expansive without losing intimacy — a rare balance.

Departure

The album opens like a slow inhale. “Departure” feels less like a song beginning and more like a threshold being crossed. Clean guitars shimmer in soft light, Rhodes piano flickers like distant lanterns, and the rhythm section moves with deliberate restraint. It’s the sound of stepping away from the familiar — a gentle lift‑off into uncertainty. Simon and Marc’s dual Rhodes textures create a drifting, weightless mood, setting the tone for the album’s fluid, exploratory nature.

Respite

“Respite” is the album’s first moment of stillness — a shoegaze‑leaning haze where the edges blur and the band leans into softness. The guitar work feels like fog rolling over hills, while the bass hums like a pulse beneath the mist. It’s a pause, but not a stop. A breath taken mid‑journey. A reminder that heaviness doesn’t always require volume; sometimes it’s carried in atmosphere.

Clutching at Straws

The emotional center of the record. “Clutching at Straws” blends drone, doom, and melody into something both desperate and transcendent. The band’s psychedelic‑doom roots surface here, but they’re softened by the album’s newfound spontaneity — riffs emerge like thoughts forming, dissolve, then return with tectonic weight. The drumming is especially expressive, shifting from meditative repetition to surging momentum. This is the track where the album’s themes of uncertainty and searching feel most pronounced.

Elisa

A moment of vulnerability and human warmth. Guest pianist Luis Deffner (JAMHED) adds a delicate, emotional clarity that expands the band’s palette. “Elisa” feels like a quiet confession — Rhodes and piano intertwine like two voices sharing a secret. The heaviness here is emotional, not sonic. It’s the album’s softest track, and arguably its most affecting: a fragile, glowing center inside a larger cosmic structure.

Return, Precipice

The closing piece is the album’s most dramatic and towering moment. “Return, Precipice” begins with a sense of reflection — the calm before a storm — before rising into massive, slow‑motion heaviness. This is BEES at full scale: guitars blooming into monolithic waves, bass rumbling like shifting earth, drums landing with ritualistic gravity. Yet even at its heaviest, the track feels open, not oppressive. It’s a return, but not a retreat — the precipice is a place of perspective, not danger. A perfect ending to an album defined by movement, curiosity, and organic growth.

Line-up

  • Simon Weinrich — guitar, vocals, Rhodes piano
  • Marc Dreher — drums, vocals, Rhodes piano
  • Lucas Dreher — guitar
  • Christopher Popowitsch — bass

Guest musician

  • Luis Deffner (JAMHED) — piano on Elisa

The Verdict

In Between Strides is BEES MADE HONEY IN THE VEIN TREE’s most expansive, fluid, and exploratory work to date — a record shaped by motion, intuition, and the willingness to let go of the map. It builds on the immersive power of previous releases while opening an entirely new chapter, one defined by curiosity, vulnerability, and organic growth.

THE HEADLESS — Another Cloth & Cast Into the Firmament

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Origins: Cosmic Ambition in Rust Belt Reality

Flint isn’t exactly known for cosmic rock epics, but The Headless treat geography like a suggestion. Andy Lenox and Gary Behling build towering, atmospheric guitar layers that feel like they’re trying to terraform the Midwest. Phil Danne’s bass is the gravitational anchor, and Jay Gauthier’s drums hit with the force of a meteor strike.

They’re a space‑rock and alt‑metal band, sure — but that’s just the scaffolding. The real magic is the theatrical streak running through everything they do. Their songs feel like Jim Steinman writing a single for Alice in Chains, or a Boston × Baroness crossover that somehow makes perfect sense once you hear it.

The Sound: Grunge Bones, Cosmic Flesh, Theatrical Blood

The Headless pull from grunge’s emotional weight, early‑aughts alt‑metal’s muscular riffing, and the over‑the‑top drama of classic rock. The result is a sound that’s heavy, melodic, atmospheric, and unapologetically huge.

  • Space‑rock atmosphere — shimmering guitars, cosmic keys, and wide‑open sonic landscapes
  • Alt‑metal muscle — thick riffs, punchy rhythms, and choruses built like fortresses
  • Grunge grit — emotional weight, raw textures, and unvarnished honesty
  • Theatrical rock excess — big hooks, dramatic builds, and arrangements that feel like scenes

It’s music that wants to be felt, not just heard.

Single Spotlight: “Another Cloth”

“Another Cloth” is the band’s mission statement in miniature. It opens with a shimmering, celestial haze before the guitars crash in like a wave hitting a cliff. Andy’s vocals soar — not in a delicate, indie‑rock way, but in a “aiming for the cheap seats” way. The chorus is massive, triumphant, and uplifting.

It’s the kind of song that feels like a launch sequence, the moment a rocket shakes off gravity and decides it’s done with Earth.

Single Spotlight: “Cast Into the Firmament”

If “Another Cloth” is the ascent, “Cast Into the Firmament” is the moment the ship breaks atmosphere and sees the stars. It’s darker, heavier, and more theatrical. The riffs hit with early‑aughts alt‑metal weight, but the arrangement is pure cosmic opera — layered guitars, atmospheric keys, and drums that sound like they’re trying to punch through the stratosphere. The chorus is huge, like a space‑rock sermon delivered from a burning pulpit.

What Comes Next

Two singles in, The Headless already sound like a band too big for the room they’re playing in. They plan to keep releasing singles through fall and winter, building momentum toward a full album next year. If they maintain this trajectory, they’re poised to become one of those rare underground bands whose sound feels mythic — a cult favorite waiting to be discovered by the masses.

Andy Lenox — vocals, guitar, keys, production, visuals
Gary Behling — guitar, vocals, keys
Phil Danne — bass
Jay Gauthier — drums, photography, video

https://theheadless.bandcamp.com/

GREEN LUNG – Necropolitan

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GREEN LUNG didn’t just make another record — they summoned a whole damn city of the dead and dared you to buy a ticket. Necropolitan is the sound of London’s occult underbelly clawing its way up through the pavement, grabbing you by the collar, and dragging you into a neon‑lit ghost carnival where every riff is a spell. Every chorus feels like a sermon delivered by a possessed town crier.

Recorded at the legendary Rockfield Studios with Tom Dalgety (Ghost, Opeth) at the helm, the band stripped away the lush, layered mysticism of This Heathen Land and went straight for the jugular. This album is live‑wire, analog‑raw, and Sabbath‑heavy, like they found a cursed reel‑to‑reel machine in a crypt and decided to track the whole thing before sunrise.

GREEN LUNG have always been students of folklore, but here they sound like the professors who finally snapped, tore up the syllabus, and started teaching occult history with a flamethrower.

TRACK‑BY‑TRACK: A Guided Tour Through the Necropolis

1. Open the Hellmouth

A ritualistic ignition sequence. Torches lit. Sigils drawn. The floor cracks. You’re in.

2. Dance to the Grave

A swaggering doom‑rock anthem built for stomping through fog‑soaked graveyards in platform boots. Hooks sharp enough to carve your initials into a tombstone.

3. Black Magick Radio

Imagine tuning your radio at 3AM and accidentally catching a broadcast from a haunted station run by druids. Mellotron ghosts. Ritual chants. Riffs that smell like damp stone.

4. Necropolitan Line

A cursed subway ride through London’s occult history. Every stop is a different supernatural disaster. Fast, punchy, and dripping with swagger.

5. Evil in This House

The single, and the one that proves GREEN LUNG are the reigning monarchs of British occult metal. A riff the size of a cathedral and a synth solo that feels like ectoplasm leaking out of your speakers.

6. Together in Death

A doomed lovers’ anthem soaked in gothic romance and crushing groove. The kind of song that makes you want to hold hands in a cemetery.

7. Ozymandias

A colossal, sand‑blasted epic. Empires crumble. Statues fall. GREEN LUNG sound like they’re conducting the collapse with a conductor’s wand made of bone.

8. Alostrael (Be My Babalon)

Occult seduction meets psychedelic grandeur. Riley Pinkerton’s narration adds a ritualistic edge that feels like a spell being cast directly at you.

9. To the Gallows Born

A grim, galloping finale — part doom march, part folk‑horror fever dream. The perfect closing curse.

THE VERDICT

Necropolitan is GREEN LUNG at full power, fully ascended, fully possessed, and fully committed to dragging British occult metal back into the spotlight with a flaming torch and a stack of cursed hymnals.

It’s raw. It’s ritualistic. It’s triumphant. It’s the kind of album that makes you want to buy a cloak, join a secret society, and start worshipping riffs as ancient deities.

GREEN LUNG aren’t just carrying the torch — they’re swinging it like a weapon.

Tom K. Templar: Vocals
Scott Black: Guitars
Joseph Ghast: Bass
J. G. Wright: Keys
Matt Wiseman: Drums

https://greenlung.bandcamp.com/album/necropolitan-2

Kaibald – Roadtrip to Kaibald: Northern Desert Blues from Estonia’s Dune Country

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Kaibald is shaped by the idea of one.

Their name comes from Kaibald Sands, a sandy dune area in central Estonia — not a true desert, but a rare stretch of open, wind‑shaped terrain created by decades of exposed soil and former military use. It’s a place that looks and feels like a frontier, even if the climate is Baltic rather than Mojave. Kaibald takes that landscape and turns it into cinematic mythology, blending desert blues, Americana, Nordic atmosphere, and Western storytelling into something uniquely northern.

At the heart of the band are Liisi and Don, a couple who left city life behind for the solitude of Hiiumaa. That decision is audible in every track. Their music carries the stillness of pine forests, the openness of coastal plains, and the introspective quiet of long island roads. Kaibald isn’t imitating American desert rock — they’re translating it through the lens of Estonia’s wild northern landscapes.

A Northern Interpretation of Desert Blues

Kaibald’s sound lives in the tension between:

  • Nordic calm and Western motion
  • Atmospheric rock and roots‑driven storytelling
  • Baltic landscapes and desert‑film imagery

They use the “desert” as a symbolic space — a place of solitude, wandering, and cinematic scale. It’s the same mythic desert that inspires bands from Finland, Germany, South America, and Japan. Geography doesn’t define the genre anymore; emotion does.

Kaibald may be atmospheric, but they’re grounded in blues tradition.

The Roadtrip to Kaibald Sands

Devil Is Not My Friend

A dark, slow‑burning blues‑rock track with commanding vocals and expressive guitar work. The dynamic shifts feel like weather rolling across an open plain — tension, release, and a final surge of grit.

Desert Ghost

Kaibald’s most cinematic piece. It begins as a lonely, atmospheric wander and then expands into a soaring second half with violin lines that move like wind across dunes and guitars that stretch toward the horizon. A two‑act journey from isolation to transcendence.

Can’t Hold Me Down

A riff‑driven desert blues rocker with attitude. The trumpet arrangements add a Western‑film edge, evoking dusty frontier towns and long‑shadow sunsets. The groove is relentless, the guitars expressive, and the mood defiant.

Rise to the Flames (feat. Raul Ukareda)

A driving blues‑rock track featuring one of Estonia’s most respected blues guitarists. Ukareda’s playing adds classic blues authority while Kaibald’s atmospheric sensibilities push the track into cinematic territory.

How Kaibald Builds a Desert Without Having One

Their sonic palette blends roots instrumentation with northern ambience:

  • Desert‑inspired guitars — long bends, spacious reverb, melodic storytelling
  • Atmospheric violin — used like wind, not folk ornamentation
  • Morricone‑style trumpet — Western drama in a Baltic setting
  • Steady, spacious drums — footsteps on sand, even if the sand is Estonian
  • Vocals that carry warmth, solitude, and a windswept melancholy

Kaibald’s production favors space over density, letting the landscape breathe through the music. Kaibald is part of a global movement redefining desert rock as a mythology rather than a location. Their blend of:

  • Nordic landscapes
  • American Western imagery
  • Blues tradition
  • Atmospheric rock
  • Cinematic storytelling

…creates a “northern desert blues” that feels both familiar and entirely new.

Home – Kaibald

 

JESSE STILETTÖ – Self‑Titled (2025)

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Jesse Stilettö didn’t just drop a debut — they materialized out of a Minneapolis snowstorm like two fuzz‑wielding warlocks and slammed a meteor straight into the desert rock landscape. This record is 35 minutes of hard‑’70s swagger, psychedelic haze, and stoner‑grunge muscle, delivered by a duo that somehow sounds like they’re running a full‑scale sonic demolition crew.

This is the kind of album that makes you want to buy a leather jacket, light a candle to the riff gods, and drive into the night with no destination except louder.

TRACK‑BY‑TRACK: THE DUST‑CHOKED BREAKDOWN

1. As The Portal Opens

The opener doesn’t “start” — it erupts. A fuzz‑quake of groove, space‑rock shimmer, and vocals that feel like a ritual chant echoing off canyon walls. The track swings between full‑throttle riff carnage and cosmic drift, like Kyuss hitchhiking through a wormhole.

2. The Plaid Man

Clean guitars, tribal percussion, and a grunge‑blues backbone thick enough to chew on. This one feels like Soundgarden wandered into a peyote ceremony. Acoustic textures bloom into mammoth riffs, and the hook is so sticky it should come with a warning label.

3. Devil’s Lunch

Wind. Maracas. Psychedelic smoke swirling in the air. Then — BOOM — the riff hits like a celebratory punch to the jaw. Classic‑metal harmonies, ’70s elegance, and a quick psych‑phasing detour that feels like someone spiked your lemonade with stardust. It’s jubilant, heavy, and weirdly uplifting.

4. Feed The Moon

Six minutes of cosmic fuzz worship. Clean melodies melt into thick, syrupy distortion. The drum tone is massive — like someone mic’d up a thunderstorm — and the guitar layering is pure headphone candy. This is the track that makes you close your eyes and drift.

5. Spectre

A punk‑fueled rocket punch. Fast, feral, and built for sweaty basement shows where the ceiling is too low and the amps are too hot. The duo sounds like they’re trying to outrun their own riffs.

6. Stairway to the Stars (Blue Öyster Cult cover)

They don’t just cover BÖC — they drag it through the desert, give it a tan, and hand it a beer. Crunchy groove, blues‑rock swagger, and vocals that fit the song like a well‑worn leather glove. It’s reverent without being precious.

7. Dream Into The Future

A dreamy, psychedelic closer that slowly mutates into a fuzz‑drenched monolith. Clean guitars shimmer, drums pound like distant artillery, and the vocals float above it all like a ghost with good intentions. When the distortion finally blooms, it feels like sunrise through smoke.

THE VERDICT

Jesse Stilettö’s debut is shockingly dialed‑in — a fully formed, fuzz‑dripping beast that understands the roots of stoner, psych, and ’70s hard rock but refuses to sit still long enough to be categorized. It’s catchy. It’s heavy. It’s cosmic. It’s dangerous in all the right ways.

 

Her Name Was Fire – Obsidian Light

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Lisbon has always had a knack for birthing bands that don’t quite fit into any box, but HER NAME WAS FIRE never even pretended to look for one. The duo — João Campos and Tiago Lopes — crawled out of a late‑night bar conversation back in 2016 and immediately started making noise loud enough to wake the entire Iberian Peninsula.

And not the polite kind of noise.
We’re talking screaming low‑end guitar, drums that sound like they’re trying to punch through the Earth’s crust, and vocals that swing between melodic prophecy and pure volcanic release.

This is a two‑piece that plays like a five‑piece that’s been possessed.

HER NAME WAS FIRE doesn’t “blend genres” — they collide them.
Grunge grit, prog wanderlust, blues swagger, stoner weight… all smashed together into something that feels both familiar and completely alien.

Every riff feels like it’s been dipped in gasoline.
Every drum hit feels like it’s trying to settle a score.

And because they’re fully DIY — design, illustration, filmmaking, the whole creative ecosystem — the band’s world feels cohesive, intentional, and unmistakably theirs. No committee. No polish. Just raw vision.

They’ve shared stages with heavy hitters like Mondo Generator (Nick Oliveri, ex‑QOTSA), The Vintage Caravan, Radio Moscow, and The Black Mirrors, and they’ve held their own with the kind of swagger that only comes from total creative ownership.

Across Portugal and Europe, they’ve built a reputation for shows that feel like controlled chaos and riffs that hit like a meteor. The pandemic forced the duo into an involuntary hibernation, but instead of cooling off, they pressurized. What came out the other side is heavier, darker, and more focused than anything they’ve done before.

Electrify

Genre: Stoner‑punk meteor strike

Vibe: Getting drop‑kicked by a riff wearing steel‑toed boots

“Electrify” doesn’t open the EP — it ambushes it. João’s guitar tone sounds like it was recorded inside a collapsing volcano, while Tiago’s drums are basically a bar fight in 4/4. The chorus hits like someone yelling motivational quotes at you while shaking your shoulders violently.

This is the track that says: “We’re back from the pandemic and we brought weapons.”

Head on the Wall

Genre: Aggressive stoner‑grunge meltdown.

Vibe: Existential crisis but make it groove.

This one feels like the soundtrack to pacing around your apartment at 3AM, arguing with your own reflection. The riffs are sludgy enough to qualify as a controlled substance, and the vocals swing between melodic prophecy and “I’ve had enough of this nonsense.”

The final minute? A slow‑motion collapse into beautiful, cathartic chaos.

Facekicker

Genre: Stoner-garage rock with a twist.

Vibe: Short blast of melodic garage-punk energy.

The song operates at the intersection of stoner rock, punk urgency, and sludge‑leaning heaviness. João Campos’ guitar tone is thick and abrasive, built around a central riff that drives the track with mechanical precision. Tiago Lopes’ drumming is equally forceful, emphasizing punch and momentum over ornamentation.

The arrangement is compact, leaving little room for atmospheric detours. Instead, the band focuses on impact — short, sharp bursts of energy that underline the track’s confrontational title.

Better Days

Genre: Desert‑blues swagger with a cracked grin.

Vibe: Driving through the desert with no AC and too much attitude.

“Better Days” is the EP’s swagger track — dusty, bluesy, and mean in all the right ways. The riffs strut. The drums stomp. The vocals sound like they’ve been marinated in sunburn and cheap whiskey. This is the one that’ll get stuck in your head while you’re trying to do normal adult tasks like grocery shopping or pretending to listen in meetings.

Steamed

Genre: Psychedelic doom lullaby.

Vibe: Watching the world burn but it’s kinda pretty.

The closer is a slow‑burn monolith — a sunrise made of smoke and distortion. It’s the emotional gut‑punch of the EP, the moment where the duo lets the weight settle.

The final riff feels like a farewell wave from a giant made of granite. Heavy, patient, inevitable.

Final Verdict

Obsidian Light is HER NAME WAS FIRE at their most feral, focused, and creatively unhinged. It’s a five‑track reminder that stoner rock doesn’t have to be sleepy, psychedelic doesn’t have to be gentle, and duos can absolutely sound like they’re trying to crack the Earth’s mantle. This release will appear in various top 10 lists of 2026!

Jesse Stilettö Interview — Cosmic Desert Rock, Songwriting, Recording & New Album Insights

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Band Influences

DRU: Who are your biggest influences from a band perspective? Anyone who has a story to tell. Artists who are building their own world, even if it’s messy or hard to define. We’re drawn more to intent and identity than genre — where you can hear that something personal is driving it rather than just chasing a sound.

Musician Influences

DRU: Any specific guitar player, bass player, or drummer influences? There are too many to list. It changes depending on what we’re listening to at any given time. More than individual names, it’s usually moments — or the way someone approaches space in a song — that end up sticking with us and working their way into what we create.

Sound & Style

DRU: How would you describe your sound? We aim for something thoughtfully cosmic, pulling from desert, stoner, 70s, and general rock influences. We try to sound like whatever the song and story need — sometimes straightforward, sometimes more layered — always resisting a formula.

Band Origins

DRU: How did the band form and come together? It was the culmination of playing in a variety of bands and touring together for many years. Eventually we decided to try something different from what we’d done in the past and see where it would lead.

Songwriting Process

DRU: What’s your songwriting process? During the demo process, we send files back and forth to communicate initial ideas and structures. Once we get in the same room with our instruments, that’s when things really start to shift. We try different approaches and sounds, letting the songs evolve naturally. As the songs take shape, so does the story.

Recording Process

DRU: Describe the recording process. Is it done by sending files to each other, or is everyone in the studio? For this album, we recorded with our friend Chris Hoge (of the band Bad Bad Hats) and couldn’t have been happier with his expertise, patience, and willingness to experiment. He took our tracks to the next level — and he’s just a good dude.

New Album Overview

DRU: Describe your new release and what makes it different from previous releases. This is our first album and the first chapter in the story of Jesse Stilettö. We’re excited to share it and hope you’ll stick around for the rest as the story unfolds.

Collaboration Wishlist

DRU: One or two artists or bands you’d like to collaborate with? We’d be open to an invitation from any artist, regardless of popularity or skill. If ideas connect and the chemistry is there, it would be a shame not to create something together.

Tour Plans

DRU: Any plans for an upcoming tour? Right now, we’re just a studio project, but if the right opportunity comes along, you never know.

Preferred Music Formats

DRU: Best format — vinyl records, cassettes, CDs, or downloads (regardless of current popularity)? Each format has its pros and cons. Physical media holds a special place for us — we have mountains of CDs and have been known to go on vinyl‑store binges. At the same time, you can’t underestimate the unexpected reach and connection that digital releases can create for people.

 

 

Inside Machine: 18 Bands Rebuild the GRUNTRUCK Legacy From the Ground Up

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The Seattle heavy underground has always had its unsung giants, and GRUNTRUCK remains one of the most compelling. Their fusion of grunge grit, alternative metal weight, and hypnotic, diesel‑thick groove carved out a sound that never fit neatly into the mainstream narrative—but absolutely shaped the era.

Now, a new tribute compilation—Inside Machine—brings that legacy roaring back with 18 reinterpretations that honor the band’s roots while pushing their songs into bold new territory.

Available now on CD (digisleeve), Bandcamp, and all streaming platforms, this is the most ambitious GRUNTRUCK tribute ever assembled.

18 Tracks, 18 Perspectives, One Heavy Lineage

What makes Inside Machine special is its commitment to total artistic freedom. No one here is trying to mimic GRUNTRUCK. Instead, each artist pulls a different thread from the band’s DNA—groove, grit, atmosphere, abrasion—and stretches it into something new.

Here’s the full lineup:

MasaCritika – Machine Action

Maybe Human – Spy

Grunge Pit – Crazy Love

Dead Storm Rising – Slow Scorch

Miss Prince – Body Farm

Defiant Disorder – Gotta Believe

Savannah – Not A Lot To Save

Spoon Hammer – Above Me

Method Of The W.O.R.M – Machine II

Diego Annuitti & Los Manyas – Move In Silence

Kaamosmasennus – Trip

Zerothson – Build A Hole

Bolshevik Intervention – Follow

Godes Yrre – Buried

Hellgrimm – Situation

Thunderwize – War Flower

Quizboy feat. Billy Lowry – Crucifunkin’

Cruenta Venganza – So Long

Across these tracks, you’ll hear everything from sludge‑leaning reinterpretations to industrial‑tinged experiments to faithful-but-fierce updates of GRUNTRUCK’s heaviest moments. It’s a reminder of how flexible the band’s songwriting always was—and how many modern artists still feel their influence.

A Tribute That Actually Adds to the Legacy

Most tribute albums play it safe. Inside Machine does the opposite.

It captures the spirit of GRUNTRUCK rather than the exact shapes. The riffs hit hard, the vocals snarl and brood, and the atmosphere stays thick and shadowed—but each band brings its own identity to the table.

This is the kind of tribute that doesn’t freeze the past in amber. It reactivates it.

Imaad Wasif – Superconsciousness

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Fire, Rebirth, and the Quietest Heavy Record of His Career

Some albums feel written, and others feel lived. Imaad Wasif’s Superconsciousness is the latter — a record shaped by wildfire displacement, emotional upheaval, and a spiritual reset that pushed him into the most vulnerable territory of his career. It’s not a loud album, but it’s heavy in the way a confession is heavy.

A New Phase in Wasif’s Evolution
If The Voidist mythologized the self and Dzi dissolved it in ritualistic psych, Superconsciousness rebuilds it from the ashes. This is Wasif at his most human — stripped of distortion walls, leaning into space, resonance, and the emotional weight of what’s left unsaid.

Where earlier records reached outward into cosmic symbolism, this one turns inward. The fire outside becomes the fire within.

Track‑by‑Track: The Emotional Map

Echoing

A quiet invocation. Pastoral piano and restrained guitar frame the emotional thesis: grief, memory, and the stillness after catastrophe.

We Are Hunters

A spiritual excavation. Raga‑like guitar lines bloom into a feral climax — one of the few moments where Wasif lets the intensity fully break through.

The Rainbow

The album’s flash of color. Glam‑rock swagger meets mystic undertones, like T‑Rex wandering into a candlelit séance.

The Past Will Catch You

Minimalist and haunted. A meditation on cycles of trauma and the inevitability of facing what you’ve tried to outrun.

Superconsciousness

The philosophical core. Psychedelic folk, Indian classical influence, and a dissolving sense of ego.

Echoes of the Fire

Directly tied to the 2025 Altadena wildfires. Smoky, slow‑burning, and emotionally raw.

The Unseen Path

Sparse, ghostly, and intimate. A moment of surrender to intuition.

Repatterning

The album’s emotional resolution. Not triumphant — but honest. Healing as a slow rewrite of internal code.

Sonic Palette

  • Raga‑influenced guitar lines
  • Gothic folk atmospheres
  • Pastoral acoustic textures
  • Psychedelic undertones
  • Minimalist production with emotional clarity

This is a record where the space between notes matters as much as the notes themselves.

Why This Album Matters

Superconsciousness is a career‑defining moment for Imaad Wasif — not because it’s the biggest or boldest record, he’s made, but because it’s the most vulnerable. It’s a document of survival, renewal, and the strange clarity that comes after everything burns down. For fans of desert‑born introspection, mystical folk, and guitar work that speaks in whispers instead of wails, this is essential listening.

Musicians:

Imaad Wasif – vocals, electric & acoustic guitars, bass, synthesizers, piano, bulbul tarang

Garrett Ray – drums, percussion

Dylan Fujioka – drums on The Rainbow

Mike Bulington – drums on Believe

Noah Guevara – bass on Dark Lord

Lewis Pesacov – bass, synthesizers

Heather McIntosh – cello on Believe, The Rainbow, Dark Lord

Rocco DeLuca – slide guitar on Believe

Nick Zinner – synthesizers on Echoing

Bobb Bruno – demoing, sonic ideations