Cloud Nothings – Here And Nowhere Else
Admittedly, I had to listen to this maybe 15 times until enjoyment was the outcome. But thank god I did. For someone never having heard of Cloud Nothings, their sounds is a mixture of singing one might classify between emo and Hardcore and the dirtiest rock instrumentation a indie band could deliver. The voice was my gripe in the beginning, but after some getting used to, it just fits perfectly. With it, and their gear and in just a little over 31 minutes Cloud Nothings burn a hole in your heart. Pressing play will be the only cure. In one word: Raw. The raspy voice of the singer going between actually trying to hit notes and just howling his words of despair, heartbreak and nihilism. The guitars and drums are the steam roller sucking you in for the words to do their damage. “Psychic Trauma” feels like a surf rock anthems worst nightmare and the pick up one minute in has you thinking of smashing everything around you. “Pattern Walks” shows just how easy the band can exp...