In the grand scheme of things, a single guitar note doesn’t seem any more important than a sidewalk crack. But then you listen to Marble Mammoth’s “Glitch,” and things get… wobbly. If you close your eyes just right, the Stockholm quartet’s latest release feels less like a typical rock single and more like—you know—watching a VHS of yourself watching a VHS, suddenly realizing you don’t like what you see, but you’re stuck in the loop. It doesn’t pander or preach; rather, it stomps around your eardrums like it’s had one too many cups of coffee.
Now, “Glitch” is riddled with layers of punk and indie pop, but I keep coming back to that central idea—losing oneself in the pursuit of validation. It’s the same dopamine kick we chase after refreshing our feeds, but with distorted guitars thrown in as background noise, or maybe as the main attraction. And here’s where Marble Mammoth nails it: the whole track smacks of frustration. Imagine waking up in the middle of a magic trick gone wrong—but the magician doesn’t care that you’re stuck with disappearing limbs. You’re left thrashing inside catchy choruses and hypnotic riffs that choke you in the best way.
There are clear echoes of psychedelia, but not in that dreamy way—a harsher, more deliberate edge, like flipping through old photos you regret taking. At times, the music feels blissfully contradicting—heavy but light, serious yet inviting. The playful tension between these extremes is what ignites your brain cells, making them shuffle uncomfortably in their seats.
If “Misty Days” continues on this path, we’re in for an unpredictable yet oddly satisfying musical exorcism. Marble Mammoth has hit a nerve here and doesn’t offer solutions. Maybe that’s okay. What’s the rush?
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