If you’ve followed BUNNIES for any length of time, you already know “normal” has never been on the menu.
For more than twenty years, the Western Mass collective has thrived in that delicious space between meticulous craft and total sonic anarchy. Jeremy Macomber-Dubs, Jack Science, Matthew Newman, and Rebecca “Becca” Macomber-Dubas don’t just play together — they function like a single, many-headed organism, instinctively weaving vocals, guitar, synth, drums, bass, and even trumpet into something that feels alien yet oddly magnetic.
Their latest project, Horror Spectrum, has been brewing for nearly five years, and it absolutely earns its name. It’s psychedelic, unsettling, and fearless — an art-rock deep dive that doesn’t offer a safety rope. And at the center of this beautifully unhinged storm sits “Homunculus.”
Clocking in at just under six minutes, “Homunculus” doesn’t aim to comfort — it aims to confront.
One of the earliest tracks written for the album, the song wrestles with corruption, moral decay, and the warped state of modern ethics. Its title references a grotesque metaphor for evil, sharpened further by the later news of a real-life case in Connecticut involving a man allegedly held captive for decades — an eerie coincidence that only intensified the song’s themes after it was already conceived.
But BUNNIES aren’t interested in tidy narratives. Instead, “Homunculus” spirals through distorted imagery and psychological unease, blurring fantasy and reality in a way that feels uncomfortably familiar. The message isn’t just about a singular villain — it hints at something systemic. Surveillance culture. Spectacle. Exploitation packaged as entertainment. The quiet horror of complicity. The track feels like a warning wrapped in static.
Sonically, it’s a tight, abrasive blend of art rock, jagged post-punk textures, and experimental spoken word. Sparse yet suffocating, the mix feels boxed-in and watchful — like fluorescent lights humming in an empty room. There’s tension in every corner, a cold pulse that refuses to let you relax.
And then there’s the video.
Directed by Piper Preston, also of the Western Mass scene, the “Homunculus” visual might be the band’s boldest move yet. Swathed in red and black, layered with ghostly face paint and chaotic collage-style edits, the band revels in unsettling imagery that feels half ritual, half fever dream. It’s disorienting, predatory, deliberately uncomfortable — like a horror film you can’t quite look away from. Every frame feels intentional, designed to provoke rather than please.
With four studio LPs already behind them, BUNNIES continue to evolve without sanding down their edges. If anything, they’re pushing further into the abyss — not for shock value, but out of genuine curiosity about where sound, psyche, and culture collide.
“Homunculus” doesn’t hand you answers. It hands you a mirror — cracked, warped, and impossible to ignore.
‘Homunculus’ is abrasive, cerebral, and unapologetically strange in all the right ways.
