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Louie Miles – Falling Dreams: Arthouse Indie Rock with Synth-Bleached Light and Cosmic Soul Dissent

Posted on 22 June 2026
Louie Miles

With sustain languidly drifting from the piano strings, rays of synthesised light bleaching the production, and synth lines strobing urgency into Falling Dreams around the slow-burning drift of vocals, the opening of the latest masterstroke by the already intensely distinguished Louie Miles is magnetically mesmeric.

As a cocktail of the arthouse-esque atmospheric sublimity of Suicide, the heart wrenching vocal timbres of The National, the emotively vulnerable transcendence of The Flaming Lips and the spacey pedigree of Grandaddy juxtaposed with the complexity of Radiohead, Falling Dreams is one of the most kinetically caressive singles I’ve ever had on my radar; the way it builds into a garagey vortex of soul-dissenting cosmic cacophony quite honestly made my lungs falter.

From Walsall and based in Liverpool, Miles has been recording himself since the age of 11, pursuing sentimentality, honesty and childlike creativity through a self-sufficient world of songwriting, production and multi-instrumental detail. His orbit includes live work with Astles, Bill Ryder-Jones, Rianne Downey and Palco, yet Falling Dreams proves his solo language stands with its own strange gravity.

Clearly, being in the same orbit as Bill Ryder-Jones has left Louie Miles affected; their sonic signatures may scribe completely different languages, but both artists use raw emotion as a catalyst for quasi-meditative resonance.

Falling Dreams is now available to stream on all major platforms via this link.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

djamesk13 Let Semi-Lucidity Speak Through the Distorted Intimacy of ‘Silver Moon’

Posted on 22 March 2026

Through Silver Moon, djamesk13 has loaded the airwaves with lo-fi distortion, sharpening his reputation as an alchemist of discordance who keeps listeners circling back for more. His catalogue has steadily drawn a loyal following across streaming platforms, with each release pulling people further into his fractured, intimate sound world, where distortion feels less like obstruction and more like revelation.

Silver Moon fully leans into that artistic ethos. The alt-90s-leaning production hums with a raw, corroded warmth, allowing the track to feel like a proclamation made with a dying breath. There’s a semi-lucidity to the melancholic confessional; thoughts flicker between clarity and collapse, as though each line has been pulled from somewhere half-buried and left to resonate without interference. djamesk13 strips himself of all artifices and pretence, standing humbly on the contours of his own meticulously produced sound, which lands as a strange kind of paradox in its euphony.

That tension between distortion and intimacy continues to define his trajectory as an independent artist who keeps refining his approach without sanding down its rougher edges. The more saturated the sonics become, the closer the listener feels drawn in, as if proximity is earned through noise.

Silver Moon is now available on all major streaming platforms, including SoundCloud. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

YAVENIRIE AMOK birthed ritualistic rebellion from the bones of modern decay in their third single, ‘Obelisque Queen’

Posted on 11 January 2026

Put YAVENIRIE AMOK in a box, and they’ll burn it down as a form of ritualistic rebellion.

Following a sermonic folk rock guitar melody, their third single, Obelisque Queen, hymnally writhes through grungy distortion and psychedelic desert rock twangs of humidity. With vocals that synthesise the spectral style of Siouxsie Sioux with the ethereal ferocity of Florence Welch over Flamenco guitars and white-hot oscillations of transcendental abstraction, the track taps into something intrinsically primal.

It isn’t just a howl into the void, it’s a full-body invocation; a snarl at the gold-plated rot of modern society, where truth is the last thing anyone wants dragged into the banquet hall. While courtiers clink glasses in denial, YAVENIRIE AMOK howl from the gutter, rising sharper and louder as they spit fire back into the faces of the wilfully blind. There’s no apathy here, only arcane heat and a visceral confrontation to protest against how everything has become bastardised since aesthetics overtook ethics and left culture to be gnawed apart by profiteers.

Fronted by vocalist, guitarist and songwriter Zuza Tehanu, and completed by Asia, Tom, and Jan, the London-formed but Polish-rooted four-piece have been shaping their sonic and visual world since 2016. After surviving both personal loss and creative upheaval, they’ve returned from the flames with a sound that refuses definition. Their music straddles the ritualistic and the riotous, the poetic and the prophetic, built on the belief that raw expression can rattle cages and summon spirit back into the art form.

If the recorded material lands like this, the live experience must be nothing short of an awakening.

Obelisque Queen is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 
Review by Amelia Vandergast

Rocki Ozai brought hypnotic depth and diaphanous soul to the full-bodied surrender of her art-house alt-indie release,  Smoke

Posted on 18 November 2025

Rocki Ozai channelled hypnotically demure art-house cinema into her latest single and music video, Smoke. The NYC-based trailblazer takes a torch to anything resembling convention, and in the wake of that blaze, she offered a full-bodied manifestation of genre fluidity laced with soulful spirituality. “Single” feels like a reductive term for what this release achieves. The richness, restraint, and resolve it delivers proves Ozai’s sound is less about adherence to style and more about grounding emotion in slow-burning sonics.

As her vocals flirt with the aesthetics of indie dream pop and RnB, the instrumentals lay the framework for something far more vital than mood. Smoke is less about ambience and more about immersion. The organic warmth that bleeds through the basslines and guitar stings works in tandem with swathes of spatial reverb and diaphanously grounding syncopated percussion. There’s no disconnect, no excess, just tone mastery and a meditatively tempered tempo that pulls you into surrender.

The video elevates the track without overshadowing it, a feat few manage. Every visual element deepens the atmosphere already etched into the production. It is a full cinematic extension of the emotional control and sensual detachment that courses through Smoke. If Rocki Ozai were to release an album in this vein, it would be a disarming act of emotional regulation through sonic alchemy. Her ability to tune into the emotional states most can’t articulate is rare. In an age of empty performance, she’s offering real resonance.

Smoke is now available on all major streaming platforms. For the full experience, stream the video on YouTube. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Ska and screamo fuel Contraptions’ latest shape-shifter, ‘The Eye of the Unobserved’

Posted on 16 October 2025

Contraptions gazed through The Eye of the Unobserved in their latest release; here, the watcher doesn’t become the watched, there’s freedom to cast judgement without fear of scrutiny, and funnily enough, Contraptions contorted enough genres through their maniacally adrenalised sonic signature to become indefinable themselves.

It begins with sludgy, doomy stoner groove metal hammer blows, then in comes the ska staccato guitars and blaring horns to knock any sense of predictability sideways. But it’s only a matter of time before you’re blindsided by the theatrical symphonic metal surge crashing around screamo salvos and glitchy post-hardcore distortions. From that point on, anything goes: woozy pop harmonies, jazzy sax lines, and frenetic aural annihilation that could have crawled straight out of Mike Patton’s home studio. The real feat isn’t just drawing from a stylistic smorgasbord so wild it borders on unhinged; it’s the way Contraptions threads it all together without a stitch coming loose.

By the time the outro rolls around, the bigger picture clicks into view: one that frames Contraptions as one of the most unreckonable wrecking balls of alt-rock innovation. There’s no singular mould holding this Sheffield-formed experimental outfit down; they’ll skank their way across ska-punk lineups or thunder through progressive metal sets, their sound always landing somewhere between mathy chaos and tongue-in-cheek punk absurdity. With echoes of Mr Bungle, Thank You Scientist, Fishbone, and Dream Theater ricocheting through their work, and saxes screaming over breakdowns with no warning, The Eye of the Unobserved proves Contraptions are already beyond genre, and they’re only getting started.

The Eye of the Unobserved is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

– Review by Amelia Vandergast

Bristol’s art punk powerhouse, Phlegmonade, salved glitched-out minds with the surealist distortion in ‘Ode to a Machine’

Posted on 11 October 2025

Phlegmonade isn’t a band name you’d want to pronounce after a few pints, but you’ll want them on your radar after their latest single, Ode to a Machine. The Bristol-based art-punk provocateurs didn’t hold back when they turned their debut into a snarling, unrelenting barrage of garagey skate punk, injected with enough chaos to rip the soul clean from its technocratic casing. It’s a full-throttle blitz of fuzz-drenched fury that cuts through algorithmic apathy with serrated hooks and seething rhythmic momentum.

As the hypersonically twisted guitars oscillate around frenetic percussive blasts, the only reprieve from the onslaught is the occasional wave of woozy psych rock, bleeding colour into the white hot brutality. It’s an adrenaline shot of no-wave-esque distortion, and it carries enough mental static to grind your internal cogs into a blissfully dysfunctional haze.

Through the track’s raw instrumental assault, the metaphor of the mind and body as a faltering vehicle is delivered with abrasive, unflinching sincerity. You feel every rattling piston and spiralling feedback loop of the sonically visualised psychological collapse. And from that wreckage, Phlegmonade resurrects something oddly tender. Something that says: love the malfunction, embrace the glitch.

Drawing from years in the studio and band members scattered from Ireland to Italy to Bristol, Phlegmonade have alchemised a sound that sits somewhere between philosophical subversion and gleefully absurd destruction. Ode to a Machine is the first hit of what’s sure to be a mind fuck of a legacy.

Ode to a Machine is now available on all major streaming platforms, including YouTube. 


Review by Amelia Vandergast

Dune Sea’s ‘Omuamua’ warped distortion into sermons of fuzzed-up cosmic catharsis 

Posted on 10 October 2025

Dune Sea promised a New Wave of Cosmic Heavy Metal with their latest album, and with the standout single Omuamua as one of the sharpest cuts on the LP, they delivered in full psychedelic ferocity. The seminal single puts the experimentalism of Osees to shame while serving up ferociously mind-twisting fuzz that softens the blow of the hard-hitting instrumentals, contorting them into a hypnotic pool of scuzz. You won’t come out the other side of this track clean.

There’s an almost sermonic quality to the production, one that makes it abundantly clear that Dune Sea kneels at the altar of discordantly delicious distortion. The visceralism hits like a cosmic rite channelled through amps, built on the backbone of a juggernaut on acid. The riffs churn, swirl and grind with enough weight to throw your brain’s axis off-centre while the vocals hover just enough above the sludge to lead the trip into the belly of the sonic beast.

Formed in Trondheim, the trio have always fixated on the blissful intersection between the heavy and the psychedelic. With Omuamua, they continue to push those boundaries while threading in elements of jazz-rock, improvisation, and cosmic mysticism. Their lyrics dig into precarious states of mind, science fiction fantasies, and the esoteric pull of the outer limits. As they settle into their fourth album, complete with a newly sharpened live lineup, Dune Sea prove they’re conjuring entire dimensions through dissonance.

Omuamua is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Planets cracked open post-rock’s glass ceiling with The Last Trade

Posted on 8 October 2025

With The Last Trade, Planets pull listeners straight back into their orbit with a feat of genre contortion. Released on September 26th, the single reels you in with a harmony and reverb-driven enticement of spectral soul pop before the instrumentation grows gnarled, dark, and heavy, storming beneath ethereally glassy harmonising. It’s a juxtaposition of sheer volition, with the pure diaphanous vocals resonating over the augmented rock adrenaline, riffs, and harbingering drums. The middle eight erupts through searing guitar work that cuts through the mix like a live wire; it’s where Planets prove their mettle amongst rock traditionalists while subverting everything that defines them. With this release, they’ve cracked open the post-rock pantheon.

Kent-based duo Planets, formed by vocalist Charlotte King and guitarist Hector Castro, first turned heads in 2024 with their debut single, Red Earth, and their sophomore follow-up Signs. With The Last Trade, they’ve expanded their alt-rock architecture once more, fusing personal subject matter with heavy guitar tones, rich melodic harmonies, and Charlotte’s soaring lead vocal that pierces through the distortion. The pair are already planning an extended cut of the track, loaded with new twists, heavier licks, and deeper vocal development. It’s clear they’re not content with small steps; their trajectory is aiming for the stratosphere, and The Last Trade feels like the ignition.

The Last Trade is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Morpheus: A Wordless Omen Forged in Post-Rock Intensity by Tempus Cucumis

Posted on 3 October 2025

Morpheus, the lead single from Tempus Cucumis’ EP Alptraum, is a progressive post-rock meditation through shadow, a reminder of the darkness we inhabit, a wordless omen of the future we are sleepwalking into. It would be easy to dismiss Tempus Cucumis as protagonists of pretension with their cerebral nature, but it is clear that this prodigal powerhouse speaks a language purer than the Western common tongue. They lean into the diction of history while wrestling with metaphysical fear and existentialism through cinematic consciousness that breathes, writhes, and reawakens. The gradual build towards the symphonic metal crescendo is an exhibition of their ability to give aural intensity the integrity of emotive velocity.

The raw gravity of Morpheus lies in its wordlessness; it forces the listener to reckon with its atmosphere, rather than simply absorb lyrics. Each layer feels like a cryptic utterance from a half-forgotten dream, commanding you to engage with its pulse as it rises from stillness into orchestral enormity.

Tempus Cucumis formed Alptraum as a reflection of a year steeped in restless visions. Across four movements, they shift from spectral haze to fevered dissonance to phantasmal masquerade, before closing with fragile dawn. Behind the name stands Jeroen De Brauwer on guitars, drums, and composition, and Lukas Huisman on keys and production. Together, they forged an EP that is both a shedding of darkness and a testament to resilience. Morpheus sets the tone with its ominous grandeur, summoning the subconscious and translating it into soundscapes that pull rock beyond the tangible and into something timeless.

Morpheus is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

‘Benjy’ Dances Between Satire and Stardust in Rex on Demand’s Seminal Single from ‘The Angel Sessions’

Posted on 20 September 2025

Take the experimentalism of Grandaddy, fuse it with cosmic rock reverence, and you’ve got the eccentric sublimity of the standout single, Benjy, from Rex on Demand’s latest release, The Angel Sessions. The celestially synthesised and scuzzy release veers straight towards uncharted territory with its nuanced social dissection that, rather than launching an all-out attack, delivers a narrative which leaves the vitriol between the lines, offering vindication for anyone who can already see where we are and how we got here. While drinking in delicious synth rock grooves, listeners can find their rhythm in the chaos of modernity.

Based in London, Rex on Demand has been steeped in music since his school handed him a cello at six, which he played through to grade eight before expanding his sonic vocabulary at university. You can feel the years of musicianship in the intimacy that belies the polished production here, and in the satirical edge that makes Benjy bite just enough without losing its sweetness.

The nods to new-wave and the belt-out sensibilities of Springsteen are there, but Rex on Demand keeps his lens firmly fixed on the present, building worlds where the retro glimmers illuminate the dystopian present.

Benjy is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast