Wow, it has been a while. Sorry for the complete silence, it's been a bit of a long week or so. But today, we are back. Send music shit to [ fosterhildingmusic@gmail.com ] or DM me on Instagram.
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| photos courtesy of BLOUSE. |
I don't even know where to start with BLOUSE. Caught between the currents of emo, post-hardcore, hardcore, and a million other complexities, they are a devious force of nature in the New York scene. Strong-willed, powerful, bashing, and ridiculous, they're unmatched in every aspect. When they snuck three songs into our ears, I had no choice but to drop everything and listen with full attention.
1 starts in Ryan's weary, crackling strings, tinged with the anticipation of a destined destruction before Brycie fulfills said destiny in her smattering, snare-sprinkled batters of chaotic drumming alongside Elliott's poppy bass. When Skunk finally comes in halfway through with gutter screams and vengeful energy, the song transforms into endless jerking breakdowns complete with paper snare hits and whiplash chords. That second breakdown that comes in is absolutely absurd, just heaviness manifest in their capable hands.
2 starts with Elliott this time, gifting us a glazed and driving riff that pumps below Brycie and Ryan's tense instrumental argument, like the room that holds the family together despite war and consequence. They get weirdly funky for a moment, giving everyone a moment to find shelter before their atom bomb of a breakdown cuts through the sky. Ryan's guitar chugs alongside Elliott's never-still bass, then we speed up in energy and hate once more before we return to carpet bombing and eventually disappear entirely.
3 settled into discomfort like fruit rotting slowly on its vine, its desolate skin broken by Brycie's indeterminate clacking and Skunk's pleading, almost begging, screams from deep inside a regret we could almost forgive ourselves for, but never forget. It's painful, huddled between these unforgiving strings and uncaring drums, and we see no solution here. None that will work for us, anyway. With the question answered, we throw away our chance at tranquility and plunge, head first, back into miserable breakdowns and a sonic agony. I supposed we'll stay there for a while.
three songs feels simpler than their previous releases, more straightforward hardcore that thrusts itself into crumbling arms. It's hurtful, breaking at the seams in its own bombastic energy, and so fucking BLOUSE. I love these guys so much. Listen. Thanks for reading.
9/10
Stream three songs.
-Foster
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