The Secret Tsunami Club – S2E02

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‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #12, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

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Tracklist:

AlienBlaze – Romantically Dead
Amy Gabba and the Almost Famous – F.U. Cupid
Pogo Car Crash Control – Le ciel est couvert
Killatrix – Centipede
Frost* – Exhibit A
Cavern – Dove
UltraCombo – Flusso
Clæmus – Nomad
Sun & Flesh – Bored
The Hunting Project – Emerge
Pound X-.+.+.X-.+.X-.X-.+
The Stealth Creeping Apocalypse – Psi
Marie Dahlstrom – Like Sand (feat. Beau Diako)
The Sixteenth – Afterglow
WØLFY – Museum
Klasey Jones – Kanjo Loop
Jessaudrey – U DON’t KNO What I Been Thru
Lunakid – Living In The Last Days
Glaare – Mirrors
Ectoplague – Cadaverous
Cat Temper – No New Tail To Tell
Gulf Blvd – Grave Desire
Forbidden Society – Swamp Rave
Gancher & Ruin – Kickback
Syz – Unidentified

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S2E01

‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #11, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

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#BlackLivesMatter

Tracklist:

Gillian Mapp – Orange Bitters
Yves Tumor – Kerosene!
drea the vibe dealer – left out
D’vyne Comfort – Shoot You
The American Symphony of Soul – Galapagos
Butcher Brown – Tidal Wave
Damu The Fudgemunk, Archie Shepp, Raw Poetic, Luke Stewart – 2 Hour Parking
Bettye LaVette – I Hold No Grudge
Nestor Middleton – Same Old Road
James Bambu – White Lines
Mykele Deville – Free Soul
Regional Overlord Sterling Silver – Flcln (Fooly Coolin’) (feat. Seucci & N_ova)
Eshon Burgundy – Bloodfire (feat. Steven Malcolm)
Urban Heat – World on Fire
Spellling – Haunted Water
DEBBY FRIDAY – FATAL
Lotic – Burn A Print
Kilder & LYZZA – Backwards
N A T U R E – Tears
NKISI – stars are fading
Jasmine Infiniti – Nxt2u
Suzi Analogue – 2DEEP (feat. Junglepussy)
Dday One – Better Future
Ed Balloon – Square Up Annie
Growing Concerns Poetry Collective – Rise Up

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Flies Are Spies… Grapple With Loss On Third Album, Final Quiet, Which Is Everything But Quiet

Throughout over a decade and a half’s of performing, two albums, three EPs, and a series of remixes, Flies Are Spies have held steady as a band of exhilarating ability and uplifting composition. A reputation they have backed up, and remains unblemished, which in that timeframe for any band, is near unheard of for a band of any stature and recognition. Hell, they even spearhead the Cheery Wave From Stranded Youngsters collective if you need some indicator of just how invigorating they are, as well as selflessly amplifying the voices of their peers in the process.

Generally speaking mind, any cheery wave would find it hard to cope in the here and now. Flies Are Spies From Hell have taken it pretty hard themselves. The darkening spiral of chaos that society finds itself seeped within, has bred despair, and in the case of Flies Are Spies…, they have suffered grief. While a band well-versed in the patterns of human emotion, and that fact being very well documented, their third opus stings with a salient vulnerability, even that they themselves have previously unexplored. The veil of bereavement hangs opaque over Final Quiet, six songs seemingly orchestrating a narrative of loss, the first half in the closing hours with an undisclosed relationship, which anyone could assimilate for someone beloved, and the second, coming to terms without that individual.

The opening of Final Quiet is Nearly Saw A Light, a bold nine and a half minutes of sombre waves that crash and recede quite spectacularly, and led by piano which even today in post rock canon, still feels like an anomaly. It is the piano however that carves the niche for Flies Are Spies… and rightfully elevates their standing in a genre amongst a seminal field of musicians. It lay beneath a melancholy umbrella for the intro, coupled with some very early tremolo work, inducing a state of high anxiety. The keys certainly speeding up and becoming more frantic hammers this home just as much. Sustaining this tone, along with a gentle rolling of drums, before settling into a mellow passage of solemn plucked notes and a slight rumble of bass, also plays on expected post-rock tropes slyly, slowing down instead of building to an explosive pay-off. Even that then quietens down to just a solo piano performance, layers of lachrymose fogging the ambience of the song and just one of many fine examples of how powerful a piano player Flies Are Spies… have within their midst. Bass gradually backs up the piano, the subtle stroking proving an effective counterpart to rising tension, as does sharp cymbal taps, keeping rhythm without being imposing as such. It’s worth mentioning that drums are wholly kept to a minimum throughout Final Quiet, deployed strictly to maximize the intensity of the music and its emotional output, and their presence or lack thereof, makes for a certifiably distinct listening experience. As the track’s crescendo steadily swells, cymbals grow louder, as do swift clatters of toms, tremolos amplified and morphing this wave of emotion into an all-consuming tsunami of sadness, one that finds itself genuinely moving. Much like the news that someone you love has just mere moments left to live. Or it’s already too late.

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Ominous rumble brings in Last Hour, with some beautiful keys to accompany it, another show-stealer of a performance, and only two songs in. The rumble is eventually banished, taken place by some precision plucking of notes, later joined by a bass melody that tugs a heart string or two, and their tremendous interweaving of musical strands here exemplify that it’s often not about how many notes you play, but the right notes you play. For half the song’s duration, the instruments shape and cement the tone of sorrow in such a compelling manner, that drums needn’t be required. It evokes the image of being beside a hospital bed so strongly that tears almost seem obligatory at this stage. Drums explode in, that contemplative demeanour swept away with the accompanying sudden rush of truly electrifying, ferocious guitar, that feels more rooted deep in the throes of conflict than the flash flood of grief, all the while, the piano maintaining that edge of melancholy. You could score a war movie, as much as heartbreak, so succinctly in just these six minutes.

Both halves of Final Quiet are back-ended by two sub-three minute pieces, the first being Afloat Apart, a pause for breath and clarity, that a harmony of piano and guitar usher in ambience, serenity awash on an aural palette that serves as a flashback or a recollection to the greatest moments with whomever this individual was. Equally, you could call it an ascension if you are spiritually inclined to. Interpretations aside, it is an achingly beautiful piece of music. The second of these pieces is Lost By Morning, which realistically requires the context of the previous All The Smiles At Night, to make complete sense in the general overarching narrative. The piece, while seamless in transition from the previous track, focuses solely on piano and closes the album, now so overcome and bereft with sadness, that this deliberate ending performance reigns in the feeling of isolation like a brick to the head. A solo performance for a solitary life. If you made it through Final Quiet without crying to this point, grab yourself a Kleenex for this one. Soul-stirring simply doesn’t do it justice.

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Yet perhaps it is the two tracks that make up Final Quiet’s second half, Always Bereaved, and the aforementioned All The Smiles At Night, that sit so firmly in current reality, that they resonate the most strongly. Always Bereaved comes to terms with immediate loss, gloom creeping in at the inset, far slower in pace than anything before, and once again, crafting this dour mood so effortlessly, it becomes immersive. Despite an exquisite composition of guitar, piano, and bass, their carefully spaced playing of notes conjuring a drained and dare I say, dark and depressed atmosphere, it is the drums with precise cymbal taps that add the most important nuances of gravitas to this scene. The volume, as does the aggression in which the instruments seem to get played with, builds to a simmer, the patterns and execution growing faster, as does growing turmoil inside. Piano and guitar especially, seem to battle one another for absolute control over how powerful an emotional impact is made, and their syncopation almost makes it chaotic, a rising distress level waiting to boil over imminently. But half way in, a curious guitar lick, the most infectious of its kind on the album, causes everything to subside, and the instruments then use it as a cornerstone to build around. It is this build-up and resolution that is Final Quiet’s best, the outpouring of sound very much akin to an emotional or mental breakdown, and the harmony of guitar and piano here tightening the screws on your tear ducts to magnificent effect.

All The Smiles At Night then presents itself as the ongoing struggle with loneliness or wanderlust even, painting a picture to try and fixate on a normality, when this world has been thrown off its axis. Sparse at the beginning with only guitar opening, piano enters to an almost blues-like meditative state, perhaps Final Quiet’s only moment where vocals could, but not necessarily should, slot in perfectly. An ode to someone dearly treasured lends itself well to this passing breeze here. Enter the drums, which for the first time on this album, shifts to an upbeat, almost rousing pace. In practice, it almost brings in a jazz-like quality to the music, albeit one where you are the only stationary body in a lively, always moving environment. Perhaps the song title suggests trying to be amongst friends or in a public place, faced with tens, possibly hundreds of realities separate or absent from your own, and grief in that moment, makes you alone in a crowded room. The last few minutes certainly seem to suggest so, heavier slams of chords so out of character and verging into noise, detaching the listener from this state of immersion and back into our own reality. That deafening moment, drowning out all other distractions, to be left with your own thoughts.

Final Quiet is a masterpiece, a compelling, cinematic realm inside bereavement deemed essential listening for the musically courageous and any healing hearts. Flies Are Spies From Hell have proven yet again to be one of post rock’s stand out acts, their compositions still so strong and evocative after 16 years, that time hopefully never slow them down.

 

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S1E10

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‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #10, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

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Tracklist:

Choir Noir – Arcarsenal
The Criticals – Under Your Nose
Eyesore & the Jinx – Nightlife
Screamers and Sinners – Fraidy Cat
Deep City Diver – The Detail
Cerulean Veins – Fell In Love
Code Ascending – Thermite
The Fangs of the Dodo – Home?
Cthuluminati – Illumni Fhtagn
Insect Ark – Philae
Misery Signals – The Tempest
Pale Mare – Zealot
Cryoshell – Dive
CABLE – If/Only
Vogue.Noir – Resolution
Processor – Mob Safari
Peregrihn – Ambrosia
Malo – La dune
Masked – Neo Sword
Mirko Hirsch – Leaving Ground
Rodney Hunter – Taste A Bit
The Bolide – Antiquarks
Giganti – Olympa
Monomi – Spell On Me
Sohnarr – The Mermaids of Bergsjøn

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S1E09

‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #9, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

This is the Secret Tsunami Club.

Tracklist:

The Homeless Gospel Choir – Young and in Love
The Kimberley Steaks – Nothing To Think About
Patrón – Who Do You Dance For
Bella Stella – Adicto
Cornea – Daydreamer
Barrens – Arc Eye
The Chant – Peace Underwater
Four Stroke Baron – Lunatic Fringe
Lost In Lavender Town – Season Two
Neck Of The Woods – Strange Consolation
reg3n – Schwag Hash
Panic Priest – Nighthunter
Saigon Blue Rain – BPD
Minoar – Burial
MODERNS – Célébrité
GEIZ – You Think You’re Lucky
Bec Plexus – Mirror Image
Fire-Toolz – Microtubules
Rural Internet – Heat Death 1991
Haezer – Black Water (ft. Born I)
SHARPS & Whales – Evacuate
Dita Redrum – SHADOWRUN
Head Splitter – Human Evolution
SIN DNA – Scraping Gehenna
Peter Aries – Everlasting

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S1E08

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‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #8, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

This is the Secret Tsunami Club.

Tracklist:

Rosegarden Funeral Party – Once In A While
Beach Panic! – Lover Boy
Take Flight – Listening.
Nasty Fishmonger – Grace O’Malley
Black Orchid Empire – Death From Above
Kryn – Risset
Shadow Ghost – Moralist
Riviẽre – New Ghost
Gaytheist – It’s Reigning Men
Classically Handsome Brutes – Try Harder
99% Cobra – Lust & Fear
SEED – Hole
Seeress – Theatre of Snow
ULTRA SUNN – The Shadows
Mareux – Spectral Tease
Youth Code – Puzzle
Randolph & Mortimer vs. ROÜGE – Sermon Three
Ajaton – Chrome Serpentis*
Lazerlvst – Ascension
Juche – Neo Riot
Petrol Bastard – You Can’t Eat Ferraris (feat. Mark Sauve)
Diatomic – Laser Raptor
Kingbastard – My Robot Child Is An Underachiever
Hologram Dagger – A Nature’s Preserve (ft. ten)
Kota – Mourn

*Editor’s note – Wrongly proclaimed Ajaton to be from the UK, when they’re actually from Finland, apologies.

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S1E07

‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #7, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

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Tracklist:

Indian Queens – Shoot For Sexy
Grave Danger – Undead End Job
Casino Kid – Mr. Rat
Ginkgo Dawn Shock – The Second Fish Curse
Exploring Birdsong – The River
Lindsay Schoolcraft – Dangerous Game
Diamond Tactics – Pink Mist
THORN. – Noctum
Huge Molasses Tank Explodes – So Much To Lose
Los Tabanos Experience – Majestic Volcano
Fault Choir – Marketplace
Plague of Carcosa – The Crawling Chaos
Helalyn Flowers – Suicidal Birds
Maud The Moth – As Above So Below
C O L D K I S S – World’s Burn
Airsh4d3 – aurora
Pete Crane – You Are Not Your Body
THEY.I – Vegas Mode
Immortal Girlfriend – Ride
Blanku – Miracle (feat. NVRLUV)
FFF – No Ice Cream
3VS – Red Sun Drive
The Oscilloscope – Shaded Diagram
Boogie Belgique – Cessna (ft. Ian Burgina)
Okami (O) – Ikara

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Peter Steele And Me

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As I sit on April 14th, yet again mourning the loss of Type O Negative’s Peter Steele, and reliving the sorrow that I will never get to see this monolithic band on stage, ever, on the 10th anniversary of Peter’s passing, I felt I should add some words of my own, to the floods of tributes already paid, to a literal giant of the alternative music scene.

The first time I truly recall the work of Type O Negative in my life, was a feature in Kerrang, with a beginner’s guide to their work (which was an excellent feature and I think they should’ve kept up, and unless the well ran dry, someone else could really monetise this premise), highlighting their 15 best songs, and the albums you should purchase. Although my love of music had not yet blossomed to its fullest strength, track names, album titles, and finer details quietly seeped into my brain of this newly acquired band, and did not awaken until three or so years later. That being in a time where music streaming and YouTube were still in their embryonic stages, and as a teen with little money, mp3 samples on online retail outlets, and the use of LimeWire, were my common practices to cherry pick and obtain the music I wanted to listen to. Yet I didn’t make the first step. My brother did.

My brother, head deep into his emo phase at this time, scoped out and sourced various different, often provocative, bands and songs from LimeWire, put them on an iPod, or played directly from his laptop, and that music permeated out of his bedroom door seven days a week, right up until he slept. One such song he played was Dead Again, taken from the titular album around the time of its release, and while it never initially gripped me, rotations over months and a huge love for thrash metal, brought pleasure when it belted out from his speakers. I eventually asked for the song to listen to myself, and in that moment, triggered the memory of that Kerrang article, and the song titles I should seek if I wanted to hear more. Unbeknownst to me, my brother did also have this song himself, but Wolf Moon, acclaimed to be the best song they had written by whomever was in charge of that article, was the song I next listened to, and it tore open an entirely new realm of music to me.

There was something about that bone-grinding bass tone against the backdrop of ethereal gloom, the keys alone scratching that 80s itch I’d later become obsessed with, but his ungodly bellow, reaching from a place of pain yet staggeringly melodic, totally floored sixteen year old me. How could something sound so gargantuan, melancholic, and beautiful at the same time? My first encounter with Wolf Moon did precede becoming better acquainted with Sabbath’s back catalogue, but in those six minutes of head-crushing bliss, a world where Ozzy and Paul McCartney went for a sad drink in the pub, and wrote songs together, made absolute sense. I wholeheartedly defend Wolf Moon as the best song ever written about giving head to a girl on her period.

Wolf Moon became somewhat of a staple in what was a meek offering of my musical tastes, but my love and fascination with Peter Steele and Type O Negative never truly took off until Spotify sprung into existence. I had already owned Dead Again in full by this time, but the true birth of music streaming, enabled me to experience so much more of what was Type O’s darker, heavier, and often deeply hilarious universe. You can take countless examples through out their career on what is considered as the funniest Type O song, but mine remains September Sun from Dead Again, while an excellent song in its own right, it almost exists solely to be a upbeat pastiche of November Rain. The Drab Four was perhaps an astute term befitting their music, but it cannot be understated just how funny this band were, attached or separated from their art.

With firm adoration established, the very harsh reality that I could never experience them live began to set in. No chilling rendition of Love You To Death. No deafening chants of Black No.1. No tongue-in-cheek pomp of My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend. No venue-trashing frenzy from I Don’t Wanna Be Me. That particular space in my head to fill with being in the same room with another of my favourite bands, will forever remain a void, and hollow.

Peter Steele, a man whose lore and public perception paints him as one of the nicest people to grace alternative metal, who battled his own demons and vices for decades, and perhaps in a final hope, turned back to Catholicism in his last years, before his body succumbed to the damage that had been done to it. A larger than life person and personality that could never take to the stage again. Especially in an age where the veil surrounding mental health is gradually dissipating, his demeanour and conduct was always that of a magnetic and wildly entertaining songwriter and individual. Were he still alive, could things have been any different? Perhaps, but with so many warming accounts, archive footage, and of course his incredible back catalogue, to ponder that what if scenario only does an injustice to the memories of those who met him, and were touched by his music. A man who by his twilight years came in touch with his own mortality, and despite not following so many parallels with, I felt a genuine human connection to.

The greatest example I can offer you is a lengthy interview with the often considered divisive Juliya, which is still one of my favourite videos I revisit, in which her closing question to the band is ‘How would you like to die?’ The vast majority of the interview is jovial in tone and while the rest of the band answers in the same light-hearted manner, Peter answers with the following, could be considered sobering, statement:

‘How would I like to die? It wouldn’t really matter, so long as I made a difference in the world.’

Every April 14th, I’m reminded of these words as a moral code to abide by, in the hope I can one day get closer to that goal of feeling like I too can make a difference before I shuffle off the mortal coil. It seems fitting that Peter admired Rasputin, a historical figure who famously couldn’t die, because for the influence he has had on my life, and countless others, as a musician and as a true innovator, he too, will surely never die in the hearts of music fans either.

Thank you, Peter.

Rest in peace.

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The Secret Tsunami Club – S1E06

The Secret Tsunami Club - S1E06

‘Music can’t make waves, if you don’t know it exists’ – The Soundshark.

Broadcast #6, from a realm in time and space that has intercepted two hours of the best in under the radar, underground, and unsigned music.

This is the Secret Tsunami Club.

Tracklist:

Grenades – Primate
Ultramariini – Sointu
Rosy Finch – Vermillion
Coyote Man – Perilous
Boneweaver – Depths (feat. Sam Mooradian)
Airships On The Water – Overcaster
You Win Again Gravity – Recursive
I See Vultures – Goodnight, City Lights
No Ostriches – The Solid Lipstick Drama
[Amatory] – Нож (feat. RAM)
Wasted Struggle – Daily Abuse
NYOS – Curiosity
Bubblegum Octopus – Come Back, Beat Life
Bone Cult – Realise
Houses of Heaven – Sleep
Panther Modern – Ask Yourself
Sidewalks and Skeletons – Letting Go
Violent Vickie – Serotonin
Zombie Commando – The Thunder God
Ideesnoires – Echo
Tommy Krües – Miami Miami
Avalon Rays – Holding Back (feat. Spike C)
Dave Owen – Venom
Ash Walker – Come With Us (feat. Yazz Ahmed)
MCL (Micro Chip League) – Soft Electro Song

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10 Moments In The Last Decade That Music Made Memorable

Memories… we all have them for the express purpose of giving us something to recall in our lives, a mark of experience whether with fondness, sorrow, or regret. A particular facet or detail, of that handful of seconds, or minutes in your life can be so evocative, so powerful, that you can recall it for as long as you breathe the air you’re given. Sometimes that one detail can be a song, and science continues to prove that music may be among the most powerful of keys to unlock long lost memories, especially in those whose minds may deteriorate faster than the average human being. In such a troublesome time where everyday life has been put on hold indefinitely, it seems almost flippant to reminisce about a period that was within reach mere months ago and pine for those memories, to be free once more in that moment. Music being the almighty force it is, there were moments for myself in the last decade, undoubtedly the greatest growth period in my still short yet slowly developing life, that a song made even an insignificant event into an exhibition, from the inside of a frantically paced head. Here’s the ten most memorable of them:

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