Brooklyn noise-rock legends A Place to Bury Strangers are back with their new single ‘Let It All Go’, a sonic avalanche of a song. APTBS continue to push the boundaries of what it means to be loud, to be alive, and to be completely consumed by sound.
From the first crushing wave of distortion, ‘Let It All Go’ throws you into the deep end with gritty textures, unhinged rhythms, and that signature sense of beautiful chaos pulsing through every bar. There’s no gloss here, no polish, just raw voltage and vulnerability buried beneath the storm. It’s the kind of song where catharsis is measured in decibels.
It’s deliberate, handmade disarray- a track constructed like a live wire, sparking from all sides. The drums punch like collapsing concrete, guitars wail in fractured layers, and the vocals feel like they’re being transmitted through broken machinery in some post-industrial dream.
And while ‘Let It All Go’ is exhilarating on its own, the magic of A Place to Bury Strangers lives in their live shows- this is a band you need to witness in person. It’s not just a setlist and a stage. It’s a full-blown sensory takeover. Mid-show, you might find band members immersing themselves into the crowd, wielding handheld gear, ripping noise into the air from inches away. The line between artist and audience disintegrates, and suddenly you’re part of something bigger, louder, and more weirdly euphoric than you bargained for.
That intensity bleeds into the DNA of their latest releases, born from rehearsal spaces, analogue gear, and the need to feel sound again. The fact that they even built their own synth for their latest album tells you everything: this is a band chasing something no plugin or preset can replicate.
With longtime frontman Oliver Ackermann at the helm and a recharged lineup featuring John and Sandra Fedowitz, the group is hitting a new kind of stride- one that embraces the messy, glorious collision between artistry and instinct.
In a world of pre-programmed perfection, ‘Let It All Go’ is a jolt of the real thing. Go see them. Feel the floor shake. Let the feedback wrap around you. Some bands make music. APTBS make wild shared moments.