Post-hardcore

Watch a new video from noise rockers Colored Moth.

Great Falls count down the sets they’re most excited to see on their US tour.

Get to know Venezuelan post-hardcore band Zeta.

Portrayal of Guilt ended 2018 with a bang, celebrating the release of Let Pain Be Your Guide. Read a new interview with the band.

Great Falls return with “Kettle Logic.”

You’ll be glad you’re not their enemy when you hear “Among Friends” from Portrayal of Guilt.

Lithuanian post-metallers Erdve are heavy on introspection (and riff) on new album, Vaitojimas.

Are you mad as hell and not going to take it anymore? Denver’s Fathers is here to help.

Stream the entirety of instrumental hardcore/post-metal crew NY in 64‘s sophomore LP, The Gentle Indifference of the Night. 

Horseneck marry sludge and post-hardcore with a host of other sounds to craft their memorable first record, Heavy Trip. 

Shadows Swallowed the Flood
One more for the road
dB rating: 8/10

Rheia
Dawn of a different apocalypse
dB rating: 8/10

Freedom
Party Harder Program
dB Rating: 9/10

One of the most intriguing post-hardcore bands to emerge in the 90s was Craw. However, their first three records — considered by many to be American underground classics — have been out of print for more than a decade.

So Randy Larsen and Bernie Romanowski from long-running noisecore antiheroes Cable launched a new project a little while back called Empty Flowers to explore 90s-style smart, seething gut-punch post-hardcore. And the mix actually works! Really fucking well! The band’s debut, Six, created some impressive atmospheres and undercurrents, but the sophomore release Five sees Empty Flowers…

There could have been no better producer for We Are Knuckle Dragger‘s debut album than Steve Albini

I first learned of The Chumps at the dog park across from the basketball court where the opening sequence to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air was shot — an appropriate setting, it turns out, considering how closely the band’s driving noise rock mirrors the churn, play, and occasional snarl of a large pack of pooches…

I’m not trying to hate on Peter Frampton here, but I’ve been a bit leery of the entire live recording subgenre ever since I stumbled upon the devastating news that my favorite live album (Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide) wasn’t actually a live album. (What, was “Mama Kin” a song about the recording engineer’s “fuckin’…