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This collection of instrumentals is bewildering in its variety and intent, miniature symphonies with the tinkling plunk of a toy orchestra and a sharp whiff of sulfur from a struck match.
Really, this review only needs five words: Francophone spaghetti western rock songs.
Cycles, repetitions, patterns within patterns, beats drifting out of focus and slowly emerging as the same beat, but different. The aural moods on this album are on the ambient side, but reward attention with slow progress and contemplative amnesia.
Hard to believe how affordable advanced lighting for your basement disco warren has become — you can transform the small room into a raging den of chill and/or libido, simply by purchasing a couple hundred dollars worth of lights and playing this.
Like many Australian things, this band is somewhat recognizable yet clearly evolved in a different context. There are many different influences interleaved, from the Caribbean to the Highlands to Eastern Europe and of course, a tinge of that Oz punk.
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