Spectre Folk - Untitled

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Review by Hussein Shomar

Album Review: Untitled by Spectre Folk – A Head-Spinning Trip Through the Abstract and Psychedelic Alright, buckle up, because Untitled by Spectre Folk is not your grandma’s record collection (unless your grandma happens to be a total freak who loves abstract electronic rock). This U.S.-born gem, released via Black Velvet Fuckere Recordings and Arbitrary Signs, dives headfirst into experimental chaos with a splash of psychedelic swagger. It’s like someone handed an alien a guitar, synthesizer, and a bong, then said, “Go nuts.” Let’s talk tracks. First off, there’s the titular track—yep, also called Untitled. Bold move? Sure. Lazy? Maybe. But here’s the thing: this song slaps harder than it has any right to. Imagine if Pink Floyd got into a bar fight with Aphex Twin, and you’re halfway there. The layers of sound are wild enough to make you question reality but catchy enough that you don’t care. There’s something about the way it builds and collapses on itself that sticks in my brain like gum under a desk. I kept rewinding just to figure out how they pulled it off—and honestly, I still don’t know. Then there’s another standout—let’s call it Track X for now since titles aren’t really Spectre Folk’s jam. This one leans heavier into their rock roots while keeping one foot firmly planted in outer space. Think crunchy guitars meeting glitchy beats, all tied together with vocals that sound like they’re being broadcast from another dimension. If David Bowie ever decided to collaborate with some mad scientist DJs, it might’ve sounded like this. Every time I hear it, I feel like I’m floating through neon clouds while simultaneously getting chased by wolves. Confusing? Absolutely. Awesome? Oh yeah. What makes Untitled so memorable isn’t just its genre-bending weirdness—it’s the way it refuses to sit still. One moment you’re vibing to dreamy, atmospheric synths, and the next you’re hit with jagged riffs that could cut glass. It’s disorienting as hell, but kind of beautiful too, like staring at a kaleidoscope after spinning around in circles. So, would I recommend this album? Hell yes—but only if you’re ready to have your mind gently scrambled. Listening to Untitled feels less like enjoying music and more like surviving an acid trip hosted by robots. And honestly, isn’t that what we all need sometimes? Final thought: If aliens ever invade Earth looking for proof of human creativity, I hope someone hands them this album. Either they’ll love us for it, or they’ll vaporize us immediately. Either way, win-win.

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Filename: spectre-folk-untitled.zip
  • MP3 size: 4.8 mb
  • FLAC size: 38.7 mb

Tracks

TrackDurationPreview
Untitled18:04

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Labels

  • Arbitrary Signs
  • Black Velvet Fuckere Recordings

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Formats

  • CDr
  • Limited Edition
  • Cassette
  • C90

Notes

Edition of 100, each wrapped in one of a kind art work rendered by Sproston Alexander Abplanalp, age 4.

About Spectre Folk

Spectre Folk started as a solo noise/guitar 7" by Pete Nolan of the Magik Markers in 1999, Nolan put out 2 LPs worth of soupy psych/noise Blackest Medicine & Compass, Blanket, Lantern, Mojo, before recruiting Peter Meehan, Aaron Mullan and Steve Shelley into the fold.

Name Vars

  • The Folk Spectre
  • The Spectre Folk

Members

  • Steve Shelley
  • Aaron Mullan
  • Samara Lubelski
  • Mark Ibold
  • Pete Nolan
  • Brian Sullivan
  • Peter Meehan

Interesting fact about Album

Here’s a cool fact: The album *Untitled* by Spectre Folk is a wild mix of electronic and rock vibes, with a heavy dose of abstract and psychedelic experimentation. It’s like a sonic journey that defies easy labels—fitting, since it comes from the US and was released by two unique labels, Black Velvet Fuckere Recordings and Arbitrary Signs. Oh, and get this—the entire album is just one track, also called *Untitled*. It’s like the artist dared to strip everything down to its raw essence, leaving you to figure out the meaning for yourself.