Arab On Radar
Yahweh or the Highway

THE REVIEW

Noise, Wave, punk, improvisation? It's hard to categorize them as Arabs; they sound so strange and devastating. The song form does not fit into their way of thinking and even melodic passages don't seem very appreciated; in many songs, you get the impression that everything is directed towards total collapse, and the chaos seems irreparable.

Instead, they happily revel in this sonic turmoil, partly due to the short duration of the "songs," while they have fun abusing the guitars with high and distorted notes, the drums seem to be played by a builder with a sledgehammer, so simple and fierce they are, not to mention the sudden bursts of synth scattered here and there just to ruin our poor listeners' eardrums.

The voice could only be sick and hysterical, when it doesn't just seem like an unbearable lament?
25 minutes across 8 songs and afterward, everything returns to calm in your head, but something remains hidden, a small colorless seed that if properly watered and nurtured will show you the way to understand the madness hidden behind the sick music of the Arabs and the skin graft. Kudos to the skin graft that continues to churn out groups regardless of trends and critics, and often even profit.