Step into the fog machine of your subconscious and don’t expect to come out clean. Horror Spectrum, the latest record from Massachusetts mind-melters BUNNIES, is a proggy, psych-noise freak-out disguised as an album.
Since 2005, BUNNIES have been tweaking the knobs of reality, and this seven-track trip is their most unhinged yet: a technicolor spiral through ghost-infested circuitry, cosmic dread, and ecstatic fuzz.
Imagine a band raised by VHS tapes of 1970s German experimentalism, mid-1980s noise punk, and alien transmissions intercepted on a toy keyboard. That’s where BUNNIES live.
Led by Jeremy Macomber-Dubs and Jack Science, alongside Matthew Newman’s chaos-drums and Rebecca Macomber-Dubs’ subterranean basslines, this crew is like four adventurers spelunking the haunted caves of sound and returning with brilliant artifacts.
Horror Spectrum opens portals. “Eyer of Ire” feels is an ancient chant broadcast from a rusted satellite. “That Evil Ghoul” grins like a Lovecraftian dance track on mescaline. The album doesn’t progress; it spirals, backtracks, detonates, and laughs maniacally as it reforms into something even stranger.
But don’t be fooled: beneath the madness is precision. These are composed eruptions, meticulously chaotic. BUNNIES know where every weird squelch and off-kilter guitar burst goes. Their music is unpredictable, but never accidental.
With past albums like Devoted to the Process of Action and Transportation to Mind Transformation, BUNNIES have already mapped out bizarre psychedelic dimensions. Horror Spectrum builds the mansion on that strange soil and then burns it down for fun.
BUNNIES make outsider prog that refuses polish, embraces the weird, and invites you to lose your grip. The band has clearly lost their grip – and maybe their minds, too – with Horror Spectrum, and we love ‘em for it.
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