Quarterly Review: Muto Tapes, Turkey Vulture, Polymerase, Troy the Band & Cower, Jaspe, Yung Druid, The Crystal Teardrop, Doom Lab, Liquid Pennies, Mordbear

Posted in Reviews on July 3rd, 2025 by JJ Koczan

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This is day four of the Summer 2025 Quarterly Review, and though I might pay for it later, say right around late-September when I’m doing the Fall one, I think I’m going to keep it to five days. Mostly that’s about not pressing my luck. This has been an exceedingly easy QR to get through, a breeze compared to some — one downer day is all it takes and I feel like I never have my groove again, but that hasn’t happened here — and I’m content to take the win and move on, as opposed to pushing for an extra day or two next week.

So this is the penultimate day, and we’ll finish tomorrow. I hope you’ve enjoyed the Quarterly Review nearly as much as I have. Not one day has passed without me adding at least one release to my year-end list(s), which is a pretty killer thing to realize as I type it. Let’s see how today goes.

Quarterly Review #31-40:

Muto Tapes, Side Effects

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One of apparently five singles that Mexico City’s Muto Tapes will release over the course of 2025 — year’s half-over, they’d better hurry up — “Side Effects” runs four riffy minutes of thickened, aggressive chug-metal, calling to mind Sepultura in its spit-out guttural vocals, but creating a denser mass of distortion and leaving in trade the thrashy, sometimes bloody, roots. Past the halfway point in the song, circa 2:30 into the total 4:05, the tempo drops and the guitar/drum duo bask in some of the minimal spaces their configuration lets them occupy, saving a fair round of shove for the finish after setting it up with due foreboding guitar creep. Not sure if Muto Tapes are building toward an EP or LP or what, or just releasing singles because not everything needs to be a package to sell, but they bring a blend of heft and intensity that immediately distinguishes them in the heavy underground, and they look to be developing their sound on their own terms. Guitarist/vocalist/bassist Jorge S. and drummer Roy B. have been meting out punishment in this manner since 2023, so we’re just beginning to see where it’s all headed.

Muto Tapes website

Muto Tapes on Bandcamp

Turkey Vulture, Dead to Me

Turkey Vulture Dead to Me

It hasn’t been that long since Turkey Vulture released their Oct. 2024 EP, On the List, or maybe I just blinked out for a few months. The Connecticut duo of Jessie May (guitar, bass, vocals) and Jim Clegg (drums, backing vocals) have long-enough since carved their niche in doom and punk rock, and “Dead to Me” and “Jill the Ripper (Heavy Take)” — the two of them running about four and a half minutes, combined — continues the thread. They don’t list the recording info, so I don’t know if these two songs were done at the same time as the EP or not, but “Jill the Ripper (Heavy Take),” as the title describes, is a louder and punkier take on the closing “Jill the Ripper” from that also-short release. “Dead to Me,” meanwhile, seems to be about not going to shows anymore, presumably because you have a kid, and the changing nature of friendships as a result of that. Turkey Vulture have a whole series of songs about these life-stages; just six years on from their debut, they’ve done a lot of growing.

Turkey Vulture on Bandcamp

Turkey Vulture on Instagram

Polymerase, Mindspace

Polymerase Mindspace

Philippines heavy psych wanderers Polymerase are back two years after their two-part Dreams and Realities I & II full-length cycle with the mood-altering 78 minutes of Mindspace, seemingly named for the two things on which the material has the greatest effect. Pairing extended, jammier pieces with, well, shorter, jammier pieces, songs like “Divine Reefer” (12:08) can touch on Sleep while “Space Child” (7:10) is anything but grounded in its repetitions and evident outbound plotted trajectory. There’s more to Mindspace than mellow-out stoner idolatry, though, as the bassy rumble underwriting the harsher shouts of “Interplanetary Echoes” (13:08) demonstrates, taking some of the sludgier moments paired with heavygaze in “Crows and Doves” (11:57) and using them to call out to the expanse of the band’s own making. Closer “Downward Spiral” (12:22) functions similarly at the conclusion, calling to mind modern practitioners like Rezn while feeling empowered through their individual processes. I don’t know how much is actually improv, but Mindspace is way open, and that’s how it should be.

Polymerase on Bandcamp

Polymerase on Instagram

Troy the Band & Cower, Fade Into You

Troy the Band and Cower Fade Into You

Something of a specialty item, perhaps. Fade Into You is a two-tracker split 12″ with London outfits Troy the Band and Cower taking its name from the Mazzy Star song, which both bands cover. Like, they do the same song. And much to their credit, they do it differently. Troy the Band, who early last year released their debut album, Cataclysm (review here), on Bonebag Records, take a heavygaze viewpoint on the 1993 single, fleshing out the moody atmosphere with echoing effects and hard-landing, immersive roll. Cower, whose second full-length, Celestial Devastation (review here), also came out last year, reimagine it as Nick Cave or latter-day Wovenhand, holding to the emotional crux of the original with ethereal drones and new age-y keyboard. A stopgap? Probably, but an interesting project just the same, and the song, of course, stands up to the manipulation.

Troy the Band on Bandcamp

Cower on Bandcamp

Troy the Band & Cower at ElasticStage

Jaspe, Grietas

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What would seem to be the debut offering from Tijuana-based post-metal four-piece Jaspe, Grietas runs just 23 minutes at three songs, but carries a full-length’s sense of breadth in doing so. Shades of Amenra persist in the quiet/spoken stretch of “Rios de Polvo II” (11:52), where the lumber that begins opener “Litorales” (9:46) crushes as might a modern Isis before departing into the inevitable stretch of pretty guitar, Russian Circles-esque, but with more plunge in the low frequencies, and the arriving guttural growl of vocals is genre-transgressive in a way that satisfies wholly. Separating the larger pieces is the two-minute droner “Rios de Polvo I,” obviously aligned to the second part that follows, which adds to both the tension and atmosphere of this resoundingly impressive post-doom showcase and highlights the potential that’s so prevalent in Jaspe‘s sound. I’ll take an album of this for sure. Just say when.

Jaspe on Bandcamp

Jaspe on Instagram

Yung Druid, Wooden Lungs

Yung Druid Wooden Lungs

Two songs, 20 minutes. Yung Druid, in continued collaboration with Totem Cat Records, offer Wooden Lungs, comprised of the 11-minute “Wooden Lung” and the nine-minute “Space Cowboy.” Both songs owe some debt in swagger to Led Zeppelin, but “Wooden Lung,” in the vocal arrangement and steady nod, reminds more of Iota‘s 2024 return, Pentasomnia, in its fluid progression and grunge-style harmonies. Not a complaint. Also not complaining about the uptick in fuzz for “Space Cowboy,” which still manages to move despite the primordial pool of tone in which it seems to soak. A riff for riffers, that one. Originally based in London around the time of their 2019 self-titled debut (discussed here), the band have moved between the Spain, Australia and New Zealand. It can be difficult for a band who were all together in the rehearsal space to transition to working remotely, but if Wooden Lungs is their proof of concept, they can make a go of it.

Yung Druid on Bandcamp

Totem Cat Records store

The Crystal Teardrop, …Is Forming

The Crystal Teardrop Is Forming

Issued through Rise Above Records imprint Popclaw (see also Bobbie Dazzle and Scott Hepple and the Sun Band), The Crystal Teardrop‘s debut long-player, …Is Forming, sounds remarkably ‘formed,’ if you want to think of it in those terms, as regards aesthetic. Taking a heaping dose of influence from ’60s garage and daring toward Beatlesism on the sweetly bouncing “Borrowed Time” or the Help-toned “Two Hearts,” the band present a retroist face but hold back from IYKYK-style gatekeeping via pop songwriting and the sweep of the later “Turn You Down,” which is a ruffled-hair rush ahead of the similarly shoving “Stealing Suggestions” and the perhaps inevitable psychedelic delve of the closing pair “Nine Times Nine.” and “…Is Forming,” the latter of which has enough backward guitar to meet whatever your quota might be before it unfurls darker instrumental heavy proto-prog like it’s something the band just invented. Rise Above is ready for the garage rock revolution, ready to foster a new generation of artists, but as ever, the question is whether or not the world at large can keep up. …Is Forming argues fervently in favor of trying.

The Crystal Teardrop links

Rise Above Records website

Doom Lab, Desert Caravan Doom

Doom Lab Desert Caravan Doom

The adventures of Alaska’s Leo Scheben and his Doom Lab continue, declaring a genre in Desert Caravan Doom and then immediately setting about defying its parameters with an encompassing, continually on-its-own-wavelength craft, increasingly clear production, and varied intent across the 12-song/43-minute long-player, with creeps like raw East Coast hardcore in “What’s Your Angle?” before the jazzy puns take further hold in “Feeling Minor and Diminished,” pieces like “Fives” and “Desert Hailstorm” tapping into some Stinking Lizaveta-type intensity while the sweetly alt-rocking “At Dusk” and the “Gimmie One Drop (Dub)” and “Desert Caravan Improvisation” — with a new live drummer, reportedly — add to the fabric of Doom Lab‘s ongoing explorations in style and expression. Desert Caravan Doom isn’t as dark, on average, as some of Doom Lab‘s output, and that comparative lightness of mood lets it swing all the more, but Scheben‘s never just been/done one thing, and Desert Caravan Doom holds to this dynamic as well.

Doom Lab on Bandcamp

Doom Lab on YouTube

Liquid Pennies, Fore

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The synth and keyboard elements play a significant role throughout Liquid PenniesFore, as “Tapered Scape” and “Ready Tide” demonstrate early on, never mind the 11-minute “Echolalia,” which also has plenty of time for its heavy breakout in the middle third and doomier-until-it-thrashes ending. “Sight Skewer” finds the adventurous Floridian unit evoking nostalgia with fuzz and melody, the drum machine patterning working in contrast to the heavier tones, but feeling by that point very much part of the thing. Presumed side B starter “Elliptic Triptych” brings a bit more functional aggression to the mix, while the three-minute droner “Further Ennui” gives transition to the terrestrial acoustic strum in the pastiche of “The Bone,” which grows broader while remaining melodically intricate, and the closing title-track runs the atmospherics backwards for, well, backwards atmospherics. There’s some influence from All Them Witches at work, but four albums in, Liquid Pennies are onto something special in sound, and one hopes the pursuit continues.

Liquid Pennies links

Threat Collection Records website

Mordbear, Mordbear

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A fascinating debut three-song EP from Portland, Oregon’s Mordbear, released by Dipterid Records as a single-sided 12″ vinyl, comic book included. If that seems elaborate for what’s basically a demo, there’s the rub. “Like the Dead,” “A Mirror with a Sea of Flames” and “The Alchemist” are resoundingly cohesive and sure of their construction. The style is modern stoner with nascent hints of prog leaking through — again, modern — and in the seven minutes of “The Alchemist,” the scope feels broader as they methodically unfurl their riffing. Meanwhile, “Like the Dead” leads off with atmospheric semi-desert heavy, catchy and nodding and slow, and “A Mirror with a Sea of Flames” has more of a rhythmic tumble. When Mordbear lock into a bigger groove in the middle cut, there’s some hint of Monolord to their sound, but ‘their sound’ is hardly a settled issue, so the exploration is welcome even as they seem to have so much nailed down in terms of style.

Mordbear on Bandcamp

Dipterid Records on Bandcamp

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Album Review: Blackbox Massacre, Pink Edition

Posted in Reviews on June 11th, 2025 by JJ Koczan

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German instrumentalist trio Blackbox Massacre trace their origins back to a series of 2007 get-togethers between two bands: Spaceship Landing and Coogans Bluff. In 2008, the first Black Box Massacre LP, Deich was released with a six-piece lineup drawing members from both bands. Drummer Charlie Paschen (Coogans Bluff) and guitarist Steffen P. Schneider (ex-Spaceship Landing) remain in the lineup these 18 years later, and have brought bassist Raphael Nigbur on board for what sounds like a purposeful reboot of the band and what, across four extended tracks, becomes a likewise complex and rewarding listening experience.

Pink Edition is the name of the record, and its 45 minutes tell the tale of a three-piece — plus Ulf Kneitel guesting on organ — bringing a sense of adventure and range to a heavy psychedelic foundation. Prog, krautrock, riffs large and small are all at play, and the organ makes an early impression as part of the hypnotic opening stretch in lead cut “Pferd.” Also the shortest song on the LP at 9:50, it incorporates harmonica sounds and evokes Morricone early through an atmospheric stretch that is no less brimming with intention as the soothing, warm immersion gives quickly over at 3:30 to a boogie shove, not quite neo-space rock in the Slift tradition, but more in line with tight-knit US West Coast shuffle, active and speedy but not aggressive so much as inviting. The organ comes back and they open it up melodically while Paschen stays busy on the kit, and unfurl thicker riffing and crashes in a movement that consumes much of the song’s second half.

But for the ending, Blackbox Massacre and Kneitel resolve the crashing and momentary molten bombast in soothing residual drone and light exploration, which makes the transition into “Raffi Nerie” (12:23) that much smoother. And if the underlying message of “Pferd” was texture, “Raffi Nerie” bears that out, gradually rising from its initial minimalism to a mellow, fluid cosmic jam held by the drums. A linear build plays out as denser fuzz is revealed against the bassy backdrop while a lead layer floats overhead and the song manages to conduct a roll as it passes the halfway point en route to the payoff at 7:40. Marked by Paschen‘s switch to keeping time on the crash cymbal, it is the moment at which Blackbox Massacre fully reveal the crescendo they’ve already reached, and they ride that groove accordingly into a mounting oblivion of noise, dropping out around 9:20 to give space to a bit of human voice or what sounds like it amid retained drone and strumming guitar.

The interlude doesn’t last as “Raffi Neri” blasts back to full-crux at 10:36 and carries to as noisy as finish as one might expect and/or hope, having upended the start-one-place-go-somewhere-else-then-come-back structure of the opener in favor of a straight-up linear progression complete with a break to emphasize songwriting and dynamic. This is not a band haphazardly jamming. Nothing against that, but Blackbox Massacre very clearly weren’t coming back after 18 years or however-actually-long for no reason, and Pink Edition isn’t show-up-at-the-studio-and-hit-record instrumental psych.

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These pieces are fleshed out, thought out, and as side B begins with a burst of fuzzy, organ-laced radness the band aptly title “Funk” (11:06) — taking part in an ongoing conversation between prog and funk that’s been going on for the part of half a century — and continue to sweep expectation out of the picture as they ebb and flow with smooth purpose and energetic delivery alike, bass and drums relishing the rhythmic breakout.

Lead guitar does a bit of storytelling before the midpoint and they shift into a fuzz-proggier stretch therefrom, executing a mini-build and finding room for an ’80s sci-fi verse before the electronic disco beat takes hold and the three-piece give a demonstration of how far they’re willing to push beyond the imaginary lines dividing genres. Shades of Quincy Jones circa 1978, and no complaints. Do they work the fuzz back in — somehow there’s a little of Uncle Acid in the structure of the riff, but it’s vague and tonal — and flow out to weirdo electronic space glory? Most certainly they do, with Schneider punctuating the angular progression with jabbing chords. No doubt the band could’ve kept that outward push going for another 20-35 minutes, but “Funk” ends organically enough for something that might otherwise prove perpetual, and closer “Texas” (12:05) hits with suitable swagger almost immediately thereafter, adding to the shuffling impression of “Pferd” earlier but giving strong let-loose vibes from its start.

For about a minute, anyhow. With the organ back in, “Texas” shifts into a mellower desert sprawl, subtly building over the next couple minutes until its inevitable apex, marked by a quick stop and return on the drums at 4:20, as the three-piece dig that much further into the motion at hand. Past six minutes in, they’ve constructed a wall of noise that they then proceed to tear down, and it’s the bass that answers the question ‘okay where to next?’ as the low and and drums reorient around a declining riff and organ line that feels like it might be the basis for the album’s ending, but which is barely recognizable as such by when they actually finish it out in chugging, noisy fashion, one last purposeful measure before they cut to silence, once again having offered a song that was both a fit with those around it and which works toward its own ends in style and direction. To be sure, Blackbox Massacre have normalized that kind of thing well and set their own context in a way that might be more common, say, from a group that had put out a record at some point in the last 18 years.

Blackbox Massacre came to attention as Schneider, Nigbur and Paschen are doubling with Christian Peters as the first live lineup of Fuzz Sagrado. One of course is looking forward to how they’ll operate in that capacity as well, but Pink Edition seems to be setting out on its own longer-term progression. It would be foolish to speculate what the band might do from here given the context of this release, but in persona, craft and the fervency of their motivation, they sure sound like they have more to say.

Blackbox Massacre, Pink Edition (2025)

Blackbox Massacre website

Blackbox Massacre on Bandcamp

Blackbox Massacre on Instagram

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