Let’s get one thing straight: “Beaming” by Blackfox doesn’t just play-it pummels. It’s the kind of song that makes your coffee taste stronger, your boots feel heavier, and your day immediately more cinematic. Written by Andy Gish, “Beaming” isn’t here to charm you softly; it’s here to drag you through the mud and make you thank it afterwards.
There’s a certain feral swagger in the air from the opening riff itself. The guitars don’t shimmer-they snarl. They lumber in with that sludgy, blues-grunge hybrid that sounds like some cross between early Soundgarden and a garage band possessed by southern ghosts. The tone is thick enough to chew on, each chord buzzing with electricity that’s more barbed wire than silver string. And yet, for all its grit, there’s something beautifully controlled about it. Blackfox knows exactly when to let the chaos bloom and when to pull it back before it turns into noise.
Then, of course, there are the vocals-oh, the vocals. If guitars are the bones of “Beaming,” the voice is the blood rushing through them. It’s soaring, emotive, and raw enough to peel paint. You can feel the strain, the ache, and the confidence in every line. The delivery balances power and vulnerability, giving the track a kind of gothic heart beneath all the distortion. There’s a tension here between the dark and the luminous-that fits the title perfectly. It’s “Beaming,” yes, but through the cracks of something heavy and haunted.
Read: R.I.P : Band-leader & Jazz Drummer who Played with Miles Davis and Herbie Hancock – Jack DeJohnette
The band’s chemistry is undeniable. The drums chug along with the confident swagger of never overplaying and never underdelivering. The bass hums beneath it all, like some restless current, cementing the storm together. Then, somewhere between the low-end thunder and the soaring top lines, keys manage to sneak their way in. They don’t necessarily demand attention, but when you catch them, they add this unexpected shimmer-like a candle flickering in a dark room full of noise.
By the time the song hits its stride, you’re not just listening-you’re inside it. It’s cinematic, the sort of track that could soundtrack a late-night drive through neon-lit cityscapes or a slow-motion bar fight, depending on your mood. There’s depth in the songwriting-a sense that the band isn’t just playing but purging something. That emotional weight is the kind only rock built on blues and grit can carry, making “Beaming” more than just a guitar showcase: it’s a statement.
In the end, “Beaming” captures all that makes Blackfox such an underrated force: the unapologetic blend of heaviness and melody, the refusal to fit neatly into a genre box, and the ability to sound both dangerous and heartbreakingly human at once. It’s the sound of catharsis wrapped in distortion-dark, eerie, and absolutely alive. If your playlist has been feeling a little too polite lately, let “Beaming” mess it up. You’ll thank it later.
