Alice Teeple

6 days ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Like shards of glass exploding in a dimly lit basement bar or a searing blowtorch riff slicing through the cobwebs of decorum, “Causing Trouble Again” is an unbridled catalyst. Gina Birch, co-founder of The Raincoats and an enduring thorn in the side of patriarchy, shouts from the heart of punk’s unruly archive.

6 days ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Santa Ana’s The Exile conjure reverb-soaked rebellion on their latest track, Incantation. Born from punk roots tangled in bands like Tozcos and Fuga, this crew now stalks darker alleyways, tapping into the spectral veins of early Siouxsie, 45 Grave, and Super Heroines. Yet beneath the goth-inflected gloom lurks a restless heartbeat: rhythms slow and serpentine, draped in velvet dread. Incantation unfurls like smoke from ceremonial flame, chants curling upward in cryptic, cautionary whispers.

6 days ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Darvaza Wave drift like phantoms through Europe’s northern nights, conjuring gothic glamour and spectral seduction in their latest single, Demons in Your Mouth. The band, an Italian-Danish-Finnish coven born in 2015, alchemizes new-wave shimmer, post-punk propulsion, and electronic dread into their own twilight ritual. Martial drums collide with basslines both brutal and beguiling; synths sweep like frostbitten winds, while guitars glisten with ghostly echoes.

6 days ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Once, in the Cold War’s long twilight, we dreamt beneath the weight of satellites and the hum of televisions whispering warnings. The sky, split by contrails and doubt, transformed neighbors into suspects and silence into danger. We pressed red buttons in our nightmares, and woke with mushroom clouds behind our eyes. And now, again, the air thickens. The glow comes not from fallout, but from small phone screens.

1 week ago | post-punk.com | Alice Teeple

Greece’s Paradox Obscur drifts onto the dance floor with Lose This Feeling, a radiant rewrite of Armin van Buuren’s trance-soaked club anthem, reimagined through misty synths and melancholia-tipped vocals. Duo Kriistal Ann and Toxic Razor, classically trained meets electronic obsessive, conjure an analogue alchemy here, trading high-energy euphoria for a lush, languid daydream.