Review by Nei
Motor Earth by AXISSOVA: A Raw, Unfiltered Rock Rager That Kicks You in the Teeth
If you’re looking for something that hits like a punch to the gut and leaves your ears ringing, Motor Earth by AXISSOVA is where it’s at. Released in 2016 under the cryptic label “God?” (what even IS that?), this US-born rock album doesn’t mess around. It’s gritty, raw, and sounds like it was recorded in someone’s garage—except way better because Cooper Crain engineered the hell out of it. With Brett Sova on vocals and Tyson Thurston laying down basslines so thick they could choke a horse, this record grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go.
Let’s get into some tracks. First up, “Love Identity.” This song slaps harder than your drunk uncle at Thanksgiving. The guitar work from Tim Kaiser is all over the place but somehow still makes sense, like when you try to explain your life choices to your parents. There’s this weird tension between the melody and chaos that keeps you hooked. And Sova’s voice? Dude sounds like he gargled glass shards before stepping up to the mic. It’s unhinged, but in the best possible way. You can’t help but remember it because it feels dangerous—like listening to a car crash happening in slow motion.
Then there’s “Violent Yellow.” Holy crap, this one hits different. Marta Sofia’s viola sneaks in like an uninvited guest at a party, adding this eerie layer that fucks with your brain. The percussion is relentless, courtesy of Cooper Crain again, who seems to have his hands in everything here. By the time the track builds to its explosive finish, you’re left breathless and kinda pissed off—but in a good way. Like, how dare they make something this chaotic sound THIS satisfying?
The rest of the album isn’t exactly filler, but those two tracks stick out like sore thumbs. Songs like “Eyes Have It” and “Routine Machine” are solid, sure, but they don’t leave the same bruise on your soul as the others. Still, the whole thing has this grungy, lo-fi vibe that screams authenticity. No shiny production tricks or fake polish—just pure, uncut rock fury.
Here’s the kicker though: after blasting through Motor Earth, I couldn’t help but wonder if AXISSOVA set out to make music or just exorcise their demons. Either way, mission fucking accomplished. This album isn’t for everyone—it’s too messy, too loud, too REAL for most folks. But if you’ve got a taste for rock that bites back, this one’s worth every scratchy second.
And honestly? Listening to this feels like finding a hidden treasure while dumpster diving. Fucked up, right?
