Two Good Words by Witcyst: A Sonic Headtrip You Won’t Forget
Alright, let me just say this upfront—Two Good Words by Witcyst isn’t your typical rock album. Nope. This thing feels like someone took the rulebook for music-making, crumpled it up, and lit it on fire. It’s avant-garde, experimental as hell, and honestly? That’s what makes it so damn unforgettable. Released under Not On Label (because of course it is), this record doesn’t play by anyone else’s rules but its own. And that untitled track? Oh man, it sticks with you like gum on a hot sidewalk.
Let’s talk about "Untitled" first because how could I not? The track starts off all quiet-like, almost shy, with these weird little plinks and plonks that make you think, “Is my speaker busted?” But then BAM—it explodes into this chaotic symphony of distorted guitars and drums that sound like they’re falling apart mid-beat. There’s no clear structure here, no polished chorus to hum along to, but that’s exactly why it works. It’s raw, messy, unpredictable—and yeah, maybe even a bit ugly—but also beautiful in its own messed-up way. Every time I listen, I catch something new—a screech here, a strange whisper there—and it keeps me coming back for more.
Then there’s another track—I won’t name it because titles don’t matter much when you’re dealing with this kind of vibe—but holy crap, does it hit different. Imagine if someone poured acid jazz, post-punk, and a dash of free jazz into a blender and hit puree. That’s what this song feels like. It’s got this bassline that groans and growls like an angry beast while the guitar wails like it’s trying to escape from itself. Like, seriously, I’ve never heard anything quite like it before. It’s disorienting, sure, but in the best way possible. It’s the kind of track that makes you wanna scream and dance at the same time, which, let’s be real, doesn’t happen every day.
What really gets me though is how Two Good Words refuses to fit neatly into any box. It’s rock, yeah, but it’s also so much more than that. Listening to it feels like stepping into some alternate universe where music evolved differently—like instead of catchy hooks and radio-friendly beats, we got chaos and creativity instead. Witcyst clearly doesn’t care about pleasing everyone; they’re too busy making art that challenges you, pushes boundaries, and leaves you scratching your head long after the last note fades out.
Here’s the kicker though—the longer I sit with this album, the more I realize it’s less about perfection and more about emotion. These songs aren’t crafted to impress critics or climb charts; they’re born out of pure passion and experimentation. And honestly, that’s rare these days. So yeah, Two Good Words might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you’re looking for something that’ll mess with your brain and leave you feeling alive, this is it.
Oh, and one last thing—you know what this album reminds me of? That moment right before a storm hits, when the air feels heavy and electric, and you can tell something big is about to go down. Except in this case, the storm never breaks. It just keeps building and swirling around you until you’re completely lost in it. Weird, huh? But hey, that’s Witcyst for ya.
