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My Exclusive Interview With Siichaq
Siichaq (pronounced "sea-check") is an indie artist, but she's not one that you can easily pin down. She blends a variety of sounds, themes and genres into her musical soundscapes--and just when you think you've got it figured out, she surprises you again. Her latest album, The Righteous Sword , is so complex that this interview doesn't quite cover everything. Fortunately, you don't have to imagine what it sounds like: once you've learned about the songwriting process, you can listen for yourself and enjoy the transformative journey.
By Kaitlin Shanks6 days ago in Beat
Notes from the Mind Palace
Karaoke isn’t just singing for me — it’s a personality test, a confession booth, a therapy session, and a threat all rolled into one. My lineup is chaotic on purpose. It’s designed to confuse people, amuse people, scare people, and remind myself that I’m still alive. I also do it alone. So there is that.
By Syl De'Vil8 days ago in Beat
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Music doesn’t just “inspire” me. It rewires me. It grabs my skull like it’s trying to tune a radio, and suddenly every part of me snaps into alignment. My thoughts stop tripping over each other. My nerves stop buzzing. The world gets quieter, even when the volume is stupidly loud. I don’t listen to music — I use it. The louder the music gets, the quieter those internal voices become — the ones that try to tell me I’m nothing, the ones that show up when I’m tired or hurting or stretched too thin. Volume becomes a shield. Bass becomes a boundary. A song becomes the thing that steps between me and the parts of my mind that don’t always play fair. It even helps with the autoimmune pain. Not in some magical “healing frequency” way — just in the way drowning in sound gives me something stronger to focus on than the ache. When the music is loud enough, my body stops screaming for a minute. I get a little space. A little breath. A little control. It’s the switch that flips me from “overstimulated parent with seven kids doing parkour through my sanity” to “feral writer pacing the room like a crow deciding which shiny object to steal.” If the song hits right, my whole brain goes cinematic. I stop seeing words and start seeing scenes: fog rolling in, headlights cutting through it, someone yelling in the distance, maybe something crawling out of the dark that shouldn’t exist. Music is the fuse that lights all of that. People think playlists are just background noise. Mine are battle plans . Each song is a mood, a memory, a weapon. Some tracks drag me back to Maine. Some drag me into the fog. Some drag me into the parts of my head I don’t talk about unless I’m writing. And some songs hit so hard I feel like I’m remembering a life I didn’t actually live. Music is the only thing that can match the chaos in my head without getting drowned out. It’s the one thing that keeps me steady. It’s the one thing that makes the stories come out clean instead of tangled. Music doesn’t just affect me. It possesses me. And honestly, I let it — because it’s one of the few things that makes the noise inside me survivable. Music doesn’t just affect me — it kidnaps me. It drags me by the hair into whatever universe it feels like throwing me into. And the louder it is, the quieter everything else gets. The voices that tell me I’m nothing? They get smothered under layers of distortion and screaming. They can’t compete with a sonic avalanche. I listen too loud everywhere. Car? Loud enough to rattle the bolts out of the doors. Shower? Loud enough the shampoo vibrates. Headphones? Weak. Earbuds? Pathetic. Party speaker? Coward. Nothing gets loud enough. So I keep turning it up anyway. Because when Yeah Yeah Yeahs — “Y Control” hits, something in my chest snaps awake. It’s like someone kicked the generator in my soul and yelled RUN . When Tegan and Sara — “Dark Come Soon” comes on, the world finally dims enough for me to breathe. Tiger Army — “Valley of Dreams” drowns the autoimmune pain under rhythm and pulse. Choking Victim — “In My Grave” lights a match in my ribcage and tells the darkness to fight back. Rancid — “St. Mary” is every too‑fast drive I’ve ever taken. Bad Brains — “F.V.K.” is adrenaline in audio form. Talking Heads — “Psycho Killer” is the part of my brain that laughs at the chaos, and shakes her butt a little at the sound. Social Distortion — “Far Behind” is grit and memory. something I would rather keep to myself. Bad Religion — “Generator” is the spark that keeps me writing. reminds me that there's more than what you see. Dramarama — “Anything, Anything” is the scream I never let out and the song I sing every time I feel like I could fall in love. then remind myself that love... its not for me. Then there’s The Church — “Reptile” , crawling under my skin like electricity. And Misfits — “Devils Whorehouse” , kicking open the door to the feral part of my brain. But you want chaos? Here’s chaos: Otep — “Special Pets” makes my blood feel like it’s boiling. It’s the one that shuts the internal voices up because they know they can’t compete with that kind of rage. Tool — “The Pot” hits like someone dropped a brick through my skull and rearranged the furniture inside. Mudvayne — “Dig” isn’t a song — it’s a detonation. It’s the moment the world goes white‑hot and I stop feeling anything except the beat. Volbeat — “Still Counting” is the soundtrack of every time I’ve said “I’m fine” while absolutely not being fine. Marilyn Manson — “Kill 4 Me” slinks through my nerves like a threat wrapped in velvet. Chevelle — “Take Out the Gunman” is the pulse that keeps me upright when everything hurts. Incubus — “Nice to Know You” is the moment I slam the door on the past and don’t look back. A Perfect Circle — “Magdalena” turns my brain into a cathedral full of ghosts. Straight Line Stitch — “Conversion” is the part of me that refuses to die, even when everything else is screaming. Wage War — “High Horse” is the moment I stop apologizing for being loud, chaotic, messy, and alive. "Teeth" the song that reminds me exactly where I stand with those in my life. These songs aren’t just tracks — they’re weapons . They’re shields. They’re pressure valves. They’re the only things loud enough to drown out the parts of me that try to drag me under. Music is the only thing that matches the chaos in my head without getting swallowed by it. It’s the one thing that keeps me upright. It’s the one thing that makes the stories come out clean instead of tangled.
By Syl De'Vil8 days ago in Beat
12 Songs I Discovered on a Burned CD From 2008
Growing up, I never had an iPod, but I had the next best thing: an off-brand Walkman, a desktop computer with Internet access and a stack of blank CDs. With Limewire's help, I could download virtually any song I wanted and listen to it any time without waiting for radio play. Before streaming revolutionized the music industry, I had a CD holder loaded with illegally copied albums, mixtape-style CDs like this one and a few legally acquired records.
By Kaitlin Shanks9 days ago in Beat
The Hall Of The Mountain King
Introduction Sasha Desideri used Edvard Grieg's "The Hall Of The Mountain King" for her Day Eleven (With Gaps) of 50 Days of Senryu Inspired by Music, and I mentioned how much I loved it as a kid and that it had been covered by the Electric Light Orchestra. In our chat on her piece, which you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Beat
The first album that I have ever had…
In the late 80’s a radio station where I lived called 101.5 WPDH a now classic rock radio station held a contest at shop rite supermarket and they drew my name from a hat or a roller and I won the Cinderella album in 1988. For some time for whatever reason I couldn’t play it so years later I did play it and it had all the or some of their hits like “Gypsy Road”, “Don’t Know What you got till it’s gone” which was the power ballad that every Hair Metal band needed to have on their album, though these were the stand out hits from the album at least in my point of view.
By Revista Miko:XCI 16 days ago in Beat
can Ozzfest return?
Recently I saw on Instagram how they were asking if should OzzFest return, many support the idea yes i see where you would get the idea that it would be a good idea but since things because of traffic was Ozzy’s namesake Festival I i feel like not without Ozzy it shouldn’t return because the tradition for Oz Fest was that you see you get to see Ozzy at the end of the night and during the day and the evening and what not until Ozzy comes on stage you get to see pretty cool metal bands too and up and coming metal bands andLegendary metal bands at the end of the night you get to always see Ozzy and stuff and that’s where I standThe question should Oz Fest returnAnd can Ozzfest returnI I don’t think so it wouldn’t be the sameQuite frankly it wouldn’t be right at least that’s the way I see it that’s allPeriodI guess I’m speaking as an Ozzy fan andYes I am speaking as a Ozzy fan and someone that really loves Ozzy. To me it doesn’t seem right I mean after all think about this Ozzy just passed and and yet i don’t I don’t know where yes I do know where I stand I don’t think it would work I mean you know this is Ozzy’s and Sharon’s baby and brainchild and stuff and you know like I said before I just don’t i just don’t see it that’s all that’s all I’m trying to say . To have Ozz Fest without its namesake this beautiful child has no way there’s just no way that’s all. It would be hollow and there would always be a reminder of the fact that Ozzy isn’t there. Not only would it be hollow but also empty.
By Revista Miko:XCI 16 days ago in Beat
Ozzfest return
In a previous article i wrote regarding Ozzfest I wrote about how I don’t think that Ozzfest should return with Ozzy and quite frankly I still don’t. However, I have looked at it from both sides of the aisle as they say and though i stand by my point of view i also see that Ozzfest should carry on and it would be a great way to carry on and honor Ozzy’s name and legacy and also still fly the flag for heavy music and metal as it had always done.
By Revista Miko:XCI 16 days ago in Beat
