a.P.A.t.T.
Ogadimma

The Secret Chiefs 3 are purveyors of (in)sane music. Whether they are the ones playing it or it's the bands they take on tour.

Two years ago, it was the turn of FAT 32, who made a valiant effort to blow out the eardrums of mine and a few other jerks who showed up at the concert.

This year, it's the turn of a.P.A.t.T.

What do they do? What are they? What the hell is "Ogadimma"?

Let's do an experiment, come on. 

Take a huge broken blender (yes, broken) and throw in it a disarming and inhuman mess of distressed and minimalist electronic sounds, audio collages made of phrases taken from who knows where and who knows when (maybe from the future, in the present of the past), death metal outbursts mating with ragtime piano riffs, electro-pop spewed out at the speed of light from an even more high '80s, under-the-skin jazz injections (and erections) bursting like buboes on droned-out beats, country dances sung by Ian Curtis's ghost, secret images of hybrids with Captain Beefheart's face and Tom Waits's body dancing to electric beats and mimicking those Bitolz that came from Liverpool as our heroes are now yesterday tomorrow, drunk pop progressions and spastic chamber music.

This is that damn "Ogadimma". 

And to me, it definitely seems like PRONK!