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Finding Balance in a Modern Alt Groove: Feels Like Karma - Kriyamana (EP Review) Released: 4/18/25


Feels Like Karma’s Kriyamana is a 17‑minute detonation of rage, catharsis, and sharpened identity. The band leans fully into their heaviest instincts here, blending emo, punk, hardcore, and horror‑tinged theatrics into a project that feels like a purge full of violence, which is intentional and deeply personal. Across five tracks, Kriyamana explores revenge, karmic consequence, and the satisfaction of finally snapping the chains that held you back. It’s the sound of a band stepping into their power with teeth bared. The EP opens with “Strapped,” a track that immediately sets the tone for the chaos to come. It’s a tense, explosive, and unflinchingly direct sonic warning shot. The riffs hit like a sprint, the vocals swing between clarity and raw-throated fury, and the pacing feels like a fuse burning toward something catastrophic. It’s the perfect entry point into the EP’s world of karmic retribution.

“Treasonist” follows with a sharper, more venomous edge. The band leans into betrayal as both theme and weapon, delivering one of the EP’s most aggressive performances. The drums punch through the mix, the guitars snarl, and the vocals drip with accusation. It’s a track built for shouting along in a packed venue, the kind of song that turns a crowd into a riot. Then comes “Slit ur Throat,” arguably the EP’s most unhinged moment. It’s fast, feral, and unapologetically confrontational as a burst of pure emotional violence. The band doesn’t hold back here; the song feels like a release valve snapping off, letting all the pressure spill out at once. It’s messy in the best way, a reminder that catharsis isn’t always clean.

“Bite Me: Revamped,” featuring Abby Shultz of Bachelors Grove, adds a new dynamic to the EP. Shultz’s presence injects a fresh layer of intensity, her vocals weaving seamlessly with the band’s raw energy. The revamped version feels bigger, meaner, and more theatrical than its predecessor, which is a standout moment where collaboration amplifies everything Feels Like Karma does best. The EP closes with a bold swing: a cover of “Poker Face.” Instead of playing it safe, the band tears the pop classic apart and rebuilds it in their own image. The result is gritty, chaotic, surprisingly cohesive, and a final reminder that Feels Like Karma thrives on bending expectations until they snap. It’s a playful but powerful closer, proving the band can transform even the most familiar material into something feral and new. Kriyamana is more than just Feels Like Karma’s heaviest release; it’s their most self‑assured. Every track hits with purpose, every scream feels earned, and every moment pushes the band further into their own identity. 

If you’re drawn to music that hits hard, bleeds honesty, and leaves scorch marks behind, this EP deserves your full attention. Feels Like Karma has crafted something fierce, cathartic, and unforgettable, and Kriyamana is absolutely worth the listen, so go and stream it or find a way to download it because they really cooked with this one.

 
Check out this music video for their cover of Poker Face:

        


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