Sonic

       

"When you fly with the gulls, there's gonna be trouble”

Pulse kick. Pulse kick. Pulse kick. The sound of SONIC. Normal people. They leave their house every morning and turn in the same direction. They follow the same footsteps. This is the cautionary tale of the human that turned in the other direction and ran away with the wolves. Humdrum life can never prepare you to soar with the gulls, screeching over the concrete of the numb city. The freedom of going feral carries a heavy price. SONIC is the new single by 9 o’clock Nasty. Sonic is the 9 o’clock Nasty sound stripped right down. Skin peeled. Blood washed away so you can see each sinew and tendon stretch and shift. Sometimes the silence makes the biggest sound. Because those kippers aren’t going to dig themselves.

Copyright 2025 9 o'clock Nasty.

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Much love to the people that have taken time to listen to our stuff and write about it. 

“Where others build choruses, they build tremors.” — @extravafrench

“‘Sonic’ leaves a bruise, a question, and a choice: walk in circles or run wild into the night.” — @thisaktmusic

“Cynicism becomes a chilling omen, charged with malice and atmospheric electricity.” — @jpgchief

“Beneath the grime and the noise, there’s a perverse beauty — the beauty of refusal, of the human being who decides to tear himself from routine and burn his wings.” — @extravafrench

“Not an adorable blue hedgehog — a brutal sonic assault that shatters illusion.” — @jpgchief

“This is punk minimalism: no fat, no filler; just pulse, tension, attitude, and a feral sense of freedom.” — @thisaktmusic

“Amid the noise, there’s a space — a void where silence becomes almost spiritual.” — @extravafrench

“A drum-heavy beast that shows no mercy for the weak.” — @jpgchief

“Vocal delivery is half-spoken and half-snarled, like a street prophet warning that your comfort is a cage.” — @thisaktmusic

“The bass slaps like a heartbeat, the guitar scrapes against concrete, the drums pound until the bones tremble.” — @extravafrench

“SONIC tears off the skin, dissolves all artifice, and exposes the taut flesh of their music — every tendon, every nerve, every vibrating silence of restrained rage.” — @extravafrench

“‘Sonic’ does not just punch — it stalks, snarls, and breathes down your neck.” — @thisaktmusic

“A punk cry that dances in the void — free, wild, alive.” — @extravafrench

“Dark, brooding, and dripping with Hip-Hop swagger — their most sinister track to date.” — @jpgchief

“SONIC speaks of this flight toward the wild, of the price of freedom when it rhymes with loneliness.” — @extravafrench

“The silence is the rhythm — hypnotic, unpretentious, forcing you to feel rather than listen.” — @thisaktmusic

“When trouble strikes, it won’t just come — it will arrive thrice, leaving you quaking in your boots.” — @jpgchief

“A soundtrack for the person who rejects the conveyor-belt existence.” — @thisaktmusic

“Sonic is bold, unapologetic, and strikingly honest — a track that pierces through your facade.” — @jpgchief