It’s easy to wallow in darkness. If you’re aiming to lurch through abominable muck, there are droves of records to suit your needs. Gloaming however, is of a higher caliber. The seven compositions on Minerals’ debut are crafted with a medley of nontraditional instruments; conjuring a collection of atmospheric passages that haunt as well as inspire. Hope lingers at the edge of spectral melodies, just as the dawn can creep through somber woodland. When caught in a dismal fog, Gloaming is a suitable meditative companion.
Fake Tyrants have plenty of room to unleash a sonic onslaught, but instead chose a more refined approach. There’s a definitive thunder in their music, but it serves to underscore their nervous swagger. The restraint used, when they could easily be annihilating their instruments, creates urgent, infectious punk-rock. The rumble on their debut album facilitates a vehicle for social commentary that’s easily danceable if you’re not too caught up clenching your fists.