Patrick Galactic is like a shadowed spaceship hovering the earth. With yellow spotlights inspecting animal, vegetable and mineral, Galactic tirelessly works to understand the world - indeed, the worlds - around him with each passing moment. The Seattle-based musician’s latest EP, No Future to Fear, is emblematic of this constant, harried search for meaning. It begins with fear and ends, quicker than one would hope, in the relief that every living thing shares.
 
With a rich and full voice pulled tight with trepidation, Galactic sings on No Future To Fear about time, abandonment and demise. But it is all with a sense of knowing that everything shares the same blanketed fate that the songwriter explores and sifts through these dramatic themes - for the only way to see yourself is to look in the mirror and squint a little bit to endure. 
 
Galactic has earned praise for his work from Artist Home, Nada Mucho, The Sun Break and The Big Takeover. His is a wide audience ranging from pop fans to rock, electronic and the psychedelic. In his work, he fuses micro aspects of each to form his formidable and powerful sonics. Think: Kurt Vile meets RJD2. And while the record may startle and surprise, it culminates with a kind thought: there is no future to fear if we all share the same conclusion.

WILD POWWERS are 3 Seattle kids who “specialize in the sort of carefree grunge riff-rock that gets better the dirtier it gets. Each layer of meticulously gnarly distortion, each off-kilter lyric, drenched in garage-echo reverb, is pure Pacific Northwest filth” - KEXP
What others say about POWWERS:
Powwers– Closing out a truly AMAZZZZZING evening is Powwers, a trio of ample power indeed. Guitarist and vocalist Lara Hilgemann’s voice is a towering inferno. It’s unfuckwithable, to say the very least. Her guitar work complements her voice like fire and gasoline. Throw Jordan Gomes’ fast and dark bass licks in there and Lupe Flores’ full horsepower drums and you’ve got a force to be reckoned with. The members of Powers hail from such esteemed bands as The Peeping Tomboys, Sailor Mouth, Tacos, and The Grizzled Mighty. They seem to have found some genuine magic as a trio, however, making music that makes you feel like you might want to smash some bottles down by the train tracks with your juvenile delinquent friends while skipping 5th period. In the very best way possible. Their most recent effort, Doris Rising, tells the tale of Doris getting ditched at the prom and the very monstrous havoc she wrought. This record is so, so good. Apparently, they are already working on a new one, as well. Thank sweet holy fuck. We need Powwers. But Powwers sure as shit don’t need us. They’re burning this motherfucker to the ground… And laughing in the flames. - STACKEDD MAGAZINE

The sound of the sun - purple, orange and red - cresting over the brown, tree-spotted hills. The voice of the beams, pure and forlorn, another day at work at this. What beauty can swirl down the drain, what lust and love can mimic clouds encircling silent, invisible wishes. The music of the Pacific Northwest dream (nightmare) pop band, Beatrix Sky, is the stuff that shoots the starting gun, the race for your heart and gut to sink low and wallow before the inevitable up-rise again.

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