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It is almost impossible to imagine Western society without the influence of rock n roll; the artists that became renowned as (rock)gods, the aesthetic, the culture that so many live and breathe, and of course, the music that became the soundtrack to our lives. Many of the greatest artists of all time are of some rock inclination; whether that be Buddy Holly, Nirvana, or The Rolling Stones – the charts simply wouldn’t be the same without the unpredictable and volatile genre.

Rock started to emerge in the 1940s through the masterful rhythm of Chuck Berry and his contemporaries. Twenty years later, The Rolling Stones became the true face of rock n roll as they advocated for sex-positive youthful rebellion; this controversy became synonymous with rock which took the genre to brand-new cultural heights. By the 70s, artists started to push rock music into heavier, darker territories. At the same time, hard rock and metal were behind conceived; Pink Floyd gave rock trippier, more progressive tendencies with their seminal album, Dark Side of the Moon. Another major move in alternative music happened in the 70s as punk artists, such as The Clash and The Sex Pistols extrapolated rock elements and fused them into their punk sound.

The 80s was the era for sleaze rock, indie rock and college rock bands, while the 90s delivered the grunge movement with Nirvana, Hole, Soundgarden and Pearl Jam chomping at the aggressive discordant bit. Mainstream rock artists from across the globe became part and parcel of the music industry at the start of the 90s, but with the death of Kurt Cobain, the popularity of alternative music took a nosedive – despite the best efforts of Limp Bizkit, Staind, Puddle of Mudd and The Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

In any definitive guide of the best rock bands of all time, the rock artists that made their debut in the 21st-century are few and far between. But regardless of how much you want to pull the plug on the life support of rock, it isn’t quite dead – yet. For irrefutable proof, you only need to consider Black Midi, Yungblud, Greta Van Fleet, Highly Suspect, The Snuts, and Dirty Honey, who are all bringing in the new wave of classic rock – in their own way.

Contemporary rock may not sound like it used to, but that is one way in which rock has remained consistent over the past eight decades – it never has sounded like it used to. Each new generation of artists has found room for expressive and experimental manoeuvre.

John Arter and the Eastern Kings Turned Country Rock into a Thunderstorm Confession on ‘Last Ride’

John Arter and the Eastern Kings didn’t make it easy to articulate the sheer panoramic force of their whiskey-soaked Southern country rock sound in their latest standout single. The dusty Americana cinema of Last Ride hits with the force of a hurricane, sweeping anyone privileged enough to hear the phenomenon into the eye of the storm that embodies Americana culture. The raucous appeal of a splintering dive bar, the expanse of the open road, the fortitude of the people that keep the culture alive — it’s all there and roaring through the riffs.

The second single from their debut album, Not Just a Story, Last Ride is a whipcrack outlaw-country anthem that gives country rock its teeth back. With lap steel and twang-soaked guitars pouring gasoline over thunderous drums, the track never pauses for breath. Arter’s vocals almost defy belief with their gravity, the kind that could haunt the rafters of any bar and still command the silence of the room.

Formed around Arter’s raw, literary songwriting, the Eastern Kings are already redefining what UK Americana can sound like. Their concept album threads myth, memory, and modern turmoil into something unapologetically unfiltered. They’re not here to flirt with the genre; they’ve already poured blood into its soil.

What John Arter and the Eastern Kings did with Last Ride was so far beyond contributing to the Americana genre. They epitomised it and forced fresh blood into it on their own terms.

Last Ride is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

The Holidazed Let the Psyche Bloom in the Sun-Warped Escapism of ‘In My Garden’

When the vibes are as high as the instrumentals are hypnotic, carried by intricate time signatures that warp the mind before the feel-good euphoria seeps into the psyche, you know you’ve stumbled across a diamond in the rough. Case in point, The Holidazed’s latest single, In My Garden, is escapism in its purest form.

There may be nods to the pains of the human condition, but nothing that weighs heavy enough to pull the sheer infectious empowering sanctity of In My Garden down to earth. It remains a safe space on the airwaves to sink into and float within. Within the fabric of the prog rock, there are angular contortions of indie post-punk guitars that take the typical cold monochromatic chill, park it on a sun lounger and give it a sun tan.

The Holidazed, with More Better Band riding shotgun, are clearly on a mission to stretch the limits of sound and serenity. Their reggae-infused progressive rock isn’t manufactured to move units, it’s built to transport souls.

After relocating from Jacksonville Beach to South Florida, The Holidazed doubled down on the freedom in their sonic DNA. Whether they’re tearing through high-energy sets or folding saxophone textures into lush rhythmic psychedelia, they’re chasing moments that unchain the listener from the mundane. They channel the perseverance of underdogs, the hope of dreamers, and the spirit of sweat-soaked liberation with a sound that’s equally chaotic and calculated. Save your soul and get stuck in.

In My Garden is now available to stream on all major platforms via this link.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Ben Withers Poured Lyrical Grace into the Pressure Cooker of Modern Life with ‘Take It Easy’

The latest lyrical outpouring from Ben Withers takes the 00s indie pop rock aesthetic and translates it into an emotionally augmented ballad for the contemporary airwaves. With endless depth and weight, Take It Easy is literally and figuratively a force to be reckoned with. Beneath the euphonic arrangement of diaphanous orchestral notes and a grounding rhythm section lies a plea for softness; for the grace of pacing. This isn’t about nostalgia or superficial sentimentality. It’s about hitting the wall and needing the world to pause.

The lyrical underpinnings tear into the pain of being pushed by your limit, and honestly, that speaks to the collective emotional bandwidth of just about everyone right now. Brighton-based Ben Withers knew exactly where to strike. With a sound sculpted by influences that stretch from Celtic mysticism to cinematic folk to alternative rock’s rawer roots, he builds a space where escapism meets confrontation. His atmospheric touches bring levity without glossing over the emotional wreckage beneath.

Originally from Witney, Oxfordshire, Withers channels the introspective edge of folk with the expansive energy of pop rock and the intimacy of acoustic storytelling. He has crafted a sonic signature that isn’t interested in fleeting hooks. Take It Easy is built to linger, to pull you back in long after the final chord has faded.

Ben Withers may not be the most popular Withers the industry has seen… yet… but he has all the potential to be.

Take It Easy is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Frantic Romantic Wired the Sunset Strip with Electric Nostalgia – An Interview

Frantic Romantic has etched their name into the curb of the Sunset Strip, not with brash declarations but with steady sparks of authenticity and instinctive showmanship. In this interview, the Hollywood-based outfit opens up about their transition from San Jose to the heart of LA’s most iconic rock corridor, where stages like the Viper Room, the Troubadour and Whisky A Go Go have become part of their regular rotation.

They discuss the electric charge of sharing those rooms with crowds who live for the moment, their evolving Cyberpunk-tinged aesthetic, and the curious scenes and strangers they’ve encountered along the way. From a child’s first gig in Tijuana to run-ins with LA industry figures, it’s clear their rise has been anything but ordinary. For a candid glimpse into a band that thrives on momentum, reflection and chaos in equal measure, read the full interview.

Welcome to A&R Factory, Frantic Romantic, and congratulations on making waves on the Sunset Strip — it’s always a pleasure to speak to artists who are genuinely embedded in the scene they’re shaping.

You’ve made the leap from San Jose to Hollywood and hit iconic venues like the Viper Room and the Troubadour. What’s surprised you most about the live scene since making that move?

Growing up in the Bay Area, it was very common for us all to dunk on Los Angeles and/or Southern California in general. It was often just the culture up there. Having been down here in LA for some time now, I think we can all agree that there is an undercurrent of, for lack of better terms, magic to Los Angeles, and especially to certain parts of Hollywood and its surrounding areas. You feel it when you’re on the Sunset Strip playing a show on a Saturday night, or driving down Highland Avenue early in the morning before rehearsal, or hitting up Canter’s or the Rainbow Room at like 2am after you’ve played a show.

Breaking into the Sunset Strip circuit is no small feat. Has playing these legendary venues changed the energy of your performances or how you approach your setlists?

It’s hard not to geek-out when you see your name on the marquee for a place like Viper Room or Troubadour. I remember being a teenager and dreaming of playing these places. Seeing them in movies, or hearing about them in biographies. There is a definite energy to them. There’s a sense that you’re with a crowd that enjoys being out, and enjoys being a part of this moment you get to share with them.

You’ll soon be hitting the stage at Whisky A Go Go, which has a reputation for hosting acts on the brink of something big. Any nerves, or are you taking it all in stride?

Every individual in the band handles the ritual a bit differently. I tend not to really think about any of it until I’m actually there, and then for the couple of hours before the show, I tend to get really nervous. The moment we go on stage and the set starts, any kind of worry, expectation, really any outside feelings at all just leave me. I think that’s why I enjoy doing shows in the first place… one of the few occasions where I can just be in the moment.

Touring inevitably introduces you to all sorts of characters. Have any encounters with fellow bands, venue staff or scenesters left a lasting impression on you, whether hilarious, strange or unexpectedly wholesome?

There was a show we played in Tijuana, Mexico, once, and after our gig, a dad came up to us with his son, who must’ve been maybe 5 or 6 years old. This was his first concert ever. The kid was really excited and got a copy of our album. We all autographed it, and I leaned down and gave the kid a high five and thanked him for coming out. That really meant the world to me.

As a band based in Hollywood now, do you feel a pressure to match the city’s image, or are you more focused on holding onto your roots and letting the music speak for itself?

There’s never been a conversation between the members of the band to match any image that would make us more Hollywood. We do think visually about music, and narratively, and it’s naturally molded over time into this kind of Retro Future, Cyberpunk aesthetic. For example, I woke up one day compelled to find myself a turquoise leather jacket… so I made it my life’s mission to find one until finally, three months later, I was able to locate one.

Your band name, Frantic Romantic, immediately paints a picture. Where did the moniker come from, and how do you feel it reflects your sound or ethos?

Before 2018, we were Skyway View, which was a project our guitarist, Ruben, had since maybe 2009, and the name had been thought up by a previous member. When I first met Ruben, I was in another band, and he was in Skyway View. I eventually dissolved the band I was in and joined his band. Flashforward to 2018, and the tone and style of our band were already there, but we felt the name no longer fit what we were doing. By that time, it had become clear that Ruben and I had become the two principal members, so the mentality behind the name “Frantic Romantic” was to have a word that described Ruben’s writing with a word that described mine. Ruben, being the romantic one, it was a no-brainer. Me, being the manic one, we eventually settled on “Frantic.”

You mentioned it’s starting to feel like a movie, which definitely tracks with the venues you’re playing and the pace you’re keeping. If you had to pick a scene from your recent tour life that felt completely surreal, what would it be?

Can’t say too much about who is involved with this, but we’ve had our share of people courting the band, whether they be producers, managers, labels, etc. The conversations, as I write this, are ongoing. All I can say is always be careful, and have an entertainment lawyer ready that you can trust. Mark has saved us from a lot of potentially band-killing scenarios. In addition, I’ve met and befriended musicians who I only knew from their actual records, and here they are just in Hollywood and a part of the scene.

Stream Frantic Romantic on Spotify and connect with the artist on Instagram.

Interview by Amelia Vandergast

White & Simmonds Delivered Fatalism in Folk-Rock Form in ‘Hallowed Be Thy Name’

With the resurgence of folk-rock being laced with every flavour from twee to transcendental, it was only a matter of time before someone picked up the sacred bones of Hallowed Be Thy Name and gave them a fresh burial under blood moon skies. Georgina White and Steve Simmonds didn’t aim for revival, they went straight for reincarnation.

The iconic track may have been touched by everyone from Cradle of Filth to Iron Maiden to Dream Theatre, but there’s no denying that White & Simmonds’ alchemic touch took the histrionically thematic release to the next affecting level. After the baroque Southern Gothic meets darkwave rock intro, White introduces her emotion-invoking femme fatale vocals before proving that she’s far more than just a vocal temptress; what she teases she brings to fruition over the overdriven guitars that charge throughout the mix, keeping some of the aesthetics of Iron Maiden, but through her powerhouse vocals, she sinks feminine power into the track to recontextualise what it means to meet your fate and contend with the meagreness morality offers.

White, a British-Austrian multi-instrumentalist and ex-stage actress, began releasing genre-melding work in 2021. Simmonds, a Romford-born producer and theatre veteran, brings decades of arrangement cultivation. Since collaborating on stage since 2015, their studio debut as a duo proves they’ve never lacked creative synchrony.

Hallowed Be Thy Name is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Adam Foster Used Americana as Ammunition in the Protest Single, ‘Born Into War’

Adam Foster tuned his Americana roots to the human cost of conflict for his May 23rd release, Born Into War. From the first droning chord progression, there’s no doubt he knew the weight of the theme he chose to bear. The lap steel resonance doesn’t just serve as sonic decoration. It mourns alongside the lyricism, becoming just as crucial to the protest as Foster’s voice.

After Charming Lies imagined the melancholy of Cash drifting into the weightless introspection of Dylan, with a little extra homegrown Americana reimagined through an indie folk lens, Born Into War cuts deeper. The Nashville-based songwriter, originally from Albany, New York, has never shied away from pulling at uncomfortable threads. Since his self-titled acoustic debut in 2004, through his full-band evolutions with albums like Dirty City and Late Bloomer, Foster has shown a commitment to confronting what many try their best to ignore.

His rock, blues, folk, and country sensibilities, sharpened by decades of playing nightclubs and festivals across the States, give Born Into War an unmistakably seasoned edge. Foster only gets more daring with each socio-political release. He screams into the void and melodies scream back, carrying the weight of disenfranchisement, disillusionment, and deep longing for peace.

There’s no ambiguity in the message. This is protest music sharpened by experience and sincerity, not softened by poetic obscurity. Foster didn’t write this for comfort. He wrote it because someone had to.

Born Into War is now available to stream on all major platforms; for the full experience, stream the lyric video on YouTube.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Dinosaur Death Pose Pulled Punk into the Apocalypse with ‘Dancing at the End of the World’

With Dancing at the End of the World, Dinosaur Death Pose transposed the threat of societal oblivion into a punchy alt-rock riot that affirms exactly why we languish in existential terror. The debut single from their LP No Sign of Life doesn’t flinch from the chaos; it throws a smoke bomb into the void and soundtracks the aftermath with high-octane hooks and venomous euphoria.

Formed in Dundee by John Edwards, Daryl Robertson, Connor Reilly, and Simon Cruickshank, Dinosaur Death Pose channel a love for distortion, disillusionment, and screamable choruses into every abrasion of sound. Their command of tension is surgical, their catharsis unfiltered. The razor-edged punk energy and emotionally wrought riffcraft are built to leave marks.

With high-voltage surges shredding through the standout single as a courtesy of the deliciously overdriven guitars and the drunk n roll meets 00s rock percussion only adding more volition, paired with vocals that pull you into their consoling orbit to shred away the ennui, Dancing at the End of the World achieved the impossible. It became the definitive definition of punk.

For fans of Rancid, Against Me! and Rocket from the Crypt, the connection will be instant.

Dancing at the End of the World is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

steel. Gnashed Through Verbal Impositions with the Sonic Fangs of ‘DFTTM’

steel. ripped through the monotony of passive tolerance with DFTTM (don’t fucking talk to me), a protestive anthem that doesn’t flinch while delivering its seething sermon on self-preservation. The female-led trio, forged in Liverpool’s underground in 2023, have already honed their spoken word-soaked post-punk into a serrated art form, setting themselves apart with a snarling, moody aesthetic rooted in the lineage of Sonic Youth, Velvet Underground, and Pixies without rinsing their legacy for easy cool points.

With DFTTM, steel. launched a riptide of angular no-wave indie guitars and scathing lyrical defiance. It’s a full-bodied reaction to every dynamic and extension of condescension you’ve ever swallowed, loaded with the kind of vindication that leaves nothing but a scorched void in its wake. Cultdreams-esque spoken word discontent collides with a pulse that could tear right through the jugular of a juggernaut. It riles on every conceivable level, and never once pulls its punches.

This is the sound of a band that has outgrown the standard punk tantrum. They’ve turned frustration into a weapon. The kinetic energy bleeding from the instrumentation gives DFTTM a purpose beyond rebellion for the sake of noise. The morality running through it is sharp, unfeigned, and unapologetic. With support slots for Big Joanie, Skating Polly, and Lou Barlow’s Folk Implosion already behind them, steel. are fast becoming the sonic frontline of DIY queer punk, and they are far from finished.

DFTTM is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Brandon Bing Carved Shadows into the Alt-Country Rock Bedrock with ‘AWAYSTEAD’

Brandon Bing

Brandon Bing’s latest release, AWAYSTEAD, tears clean through the light-soaked, roots-deep euphoria of his punchier party anthems to expose the raw marrow of his alt-country rock soul. Behind the metaphorically cerebral title lies a dark vignette that contorts his signature sound into something heavier, slower, and far more bruised. The Florida-based renegade, known for forging his own genre path with Black Dirt Music, pulls a whole new level of distortion into his sonic arsenal on this track — and he does it with a heavy heart strapped to every chord.

AWAYSTEAD feels like a confession scraped into vinyl. Bing lets his always emotive vocals bleed into the shadows of twisted guitar licks and dense, swamp-rock instrumentals. As the title suggests, this is a place of ache and unease, where finality festers and the bruises become reluctant ink for the next chapter.

The blue-collar storytelling Brandon Bing built his name on remains front and centre, only now it’s stretched across a darker canvas. It’s not about raising glasses — it’s about surviving the splinters left behind. His swampy Southern energy remains, but it’s been set alight by sorrow and scorched into something more visceral.

AWAYSTEAD is now available to stream on all major platforms. Discover all the ways to stream the single via Brandon Bing’s website.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Dylan Charles Channelled a Hurricane of Soul into His Americana Rock Hymn ‘Strong at Heart’

Resilience became so much more than a buzzword in Dylan Charles’ rendered-with-soul release, Strong At Heart, which comes from a painful place of understanding how hard it is to muster fortitude as you watch your personal world and society crumble around you. Strong at Heart hits like a storm breaking through silence, and in its aftermath, leaves the kind of clarity only a hard-fought solace can offer.

The sonic equivalent of putting the top down and breathing in the catharsis of sun-soaked scenery breezing past you, Strong at Heart is a soul-stirring, heart-warming rendition. When the female vocalist joins Dylan Charles shortly before modernism meanders through the arrangement through sweetly strobing synths, you’d be hard pressed not to emotively react to the affecting, on every level, resolve of the release. I almost don’t want to spoil the surprise of the electrifyingly sanctifying crescendo as strident vocals collide with soaring guitar solos that tear through the atmosphere as a final burst of intensity.

As a recovering addict and lifelong observer of human fragility, Dylan Charles writes from the places most would rather ignore. His music is more than introspective—it’s physical. He sings like he’s lived every lyric to the bone. The NYC-based indie folk-rock artist has poured years of experience into his latest LP, Transmissions, a full-bodied record reflecting on mental health, hope and what it means to stay human when everything pushes you towards detachment.

Strong at Heart is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast