Bad Mothers Union – God’s Intercom With God’s Intercom, Bad Mothers Union sound less like a band releasing a single and more like a force breaking containment. The track arrives in a rush of motion and momentum, a euphoric, unfiltered surge of kraut-psych energy that feels simultaneously chaotic and intentional. It’s music driven by instinct rather than structure, by urgency rather than polish. Founded in Kilkenny by frontman Conor Kavanagh, Bad Mothers Union have always operated outside conventional band logic. They function as a living musical collective, fluid in membership and open in spirit, shaped by collaboration and shared belief rather than fixed roles. For them, no venue is too small, no audience insignificant. The goal has never been scale, but connection: building a community through sound, sweat, and shared intensity. That philosophy is fully audible in God’s Intercom. Born from a jam session inside a Methodist church in Kilkenny, the track lived in various forms for years before finally snapping into focus when the tempo was pushed forward. What emerges is explosive from the first second: a single chord, a rapid-fire snare roll, and then everything ignites. There’s no easing in. The song opens the gates and dares the listener to keep up. Aaron Harbourne’s drumming drives the piece like an engine locked at high RPM, while guitars spiral and collide in loose orbit, untethered and feral. The structure refuses traditional verse-chorus logic, instead ebbing and surging naturally, guided by feel rather than formula. Moments of restraint briefly appear, allowing Kavanagh’s stream-of-consciousness lyrics to surface before the track lifts off again. His words pull from memory, youth, insecurity, boredom, and reflection, fragments of lived experience woven into the rush. The bass work anchors the chaos, especially through Shay English’s relentless pulse, holding the track steady even as it threatens to spiral apart. In the middle section, guest vocals from Brandon Murphy introduce a staccato tension that feels confrontational and self-aware, like a half-serious dialogue with the divine. Later, Fiachra Carey’s saxophone cuts through the swirl, absurd and perfect at once, adding a surreal edge that nods to the band’s love of David Lynch-style disorientation. Influences like Sonic Youth, The Osees, Mogwai, and Primal Scream are present, but never dominant. They’re absorbed rather than referenced, filtered through Bad Mothers Union’s own gravitational pull. The result is music that feels uncontainable, spiraling outward, unconcerned with genre boundaries or external expectations. God’s Intercom isn’t trying to impress. It exists because it has to. It’s a document of release, of collective expression, of sound made too loud to stay inside. Bad Mothers Union don’t chase transcendence; they stumble into it at full speed, dragging the listener along for the ride. © Thusblog
Dublin, Ireland — released January 8, 2026
Kraut-Psych-Rock · Experimental · Psychedelic
