Sharitah Manush’s Sharitah Manush: A Rock Odyssey That’ll Rattle Your Socks Off
Alright, buckle up, because Sharitah Manush just dropped their self-titled debut album under the Not On Label banner, and it’s got more twists than a bag of pretzels. If you’re into rock that feels like it was brewed in a haunted forest but still makes you wanna headbang in your kitchen, this is the one for you. Let’s dive in, shall we?
First off, let’s talk about “Dead Moon Rising.” This track hits you like an unexpected caffeine jolt at 3 AM—sharp, unsettling, and kinda addictive. The guitar riffs are gnarly enough to make your cat arch its back, while the vocals have this raw, almost feral quality that sticks with you long after the song ends. It’s not perfect—it wobbles a bit in the middle—but honestly? That’s part of its charm. You can tell Sharitah wasn’t trying to polish every edge here; they wanted grit, and boy, did they deliver.
Then there’s “Le Lion Et L’Araignée,” which sounds like what would happen if French existentialism had a baby with classic rock. I mean, who even thinks to name a song “The Lion and the Spider”? Genius or madness? Hard to say. But damn if those eerie strings don’t crawl right into your brain and set up camp. There’s something hypnotic about how the melody builds, layer by layer, until you’re fully immersed in this weird little sonic jungle. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’ve forgotten what year it is. No joke.
Now, don’t get me wrong—the other tracks aren’t slouches either. “When I Was A Bird” has this dreamy, floaty vibe that’s equal parts nostalgic and disorienting (in a good way), and “Three Little Dears” packs enough punch to wake the neighbors. Even “Le Soleil Noir” brings some moody vibes that feel like staring at a sunset through smudged sunglasses. But hey, no review needs to cover everything. Sometimes less is more, ya know?
So yeah, Sharitah Manush isn’t reinventing the wheel here, but they’re definitely giving it a fresh coat of paint—and maybe a few spikes for good measure. What strikes me most is how unapologetically them this album feels. It’s messy, bold, and refuses to play it safe. Kinda like ordering a pizza with pineapple, anchovies, and extra garlic—you might not love it, but you sure as hell won’t forget it.
And isn’t that what great music’s all about? Making you feel something—even if that something is confusion mixed with awe. Listening to this album feels like walking into a room where everyone speaks a different language, but somehow, you understand them anyway. Or maybe I’ve just been listening to too much rock lately. Either way, hats off to Sharitah Manush for crafting a record that’s as unpredictable as it is unforgettable.
Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth, I’m blasting “Dead Moon Rising” during negotiations. Because if humanity goes down, we’re going out with style—and probably a killer guitar solo.
