Paris isn’t just about croissants and existentialist poetry ; sometimes, it’s about raw, sweaty rock ‘n’ roll with a side of grunge hangover. Enter Coyote Crunch, a band that’s been quietly sharpening its claws since 2020, blending ’70s hard rock swagger, ’90s grunge grit, and just enough metal bite to keep things dangerous. They call it “organic rock”, which, let’s be honest, is just a fancy way of saying “we play loud, we play real, and we don’t give a damn about your Spotify algorithm.”
Their sophomore album, Major Arcana (out June 27, 2025), marks a turning point: new vocalist, same relentless energy. Nine tracks that swing between barbed-wire riffs and smoldering introspection, like if Soundgarden and Led Zeppelin had a back-alley brawl in Pigalle. There’s rage here, but also room to breathe, songs built to bruise your ribs on the mosh floor or haunt your 3 a.m. thoughts. The band talks about “bodies scraping against strings, souls colliding” and yeah, it’s dramatic, but when the distortion kicks in, you’ll believe every word.
Coyote Crunch isn’t reinventing rock. They’re reminding us why it still matters: messy, muscular, and alive in all the right ways. If "Out of Track" was the warm-up, Major Arcana is the main event: no safety net, no apologies.
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