Bark!
That Irregular Galvanic Twitch

THE REVIEW

I know I'm about to inflict a lacerating contused wound on your occipital forehead, but, in fact, I don't exactly know how to tell you what I'm about to say.

However, there's one thing I do know (or think I know): this album is definitely not for those who love to set their parietal lobes on fire with Rock.
Even if I believe (or not) it's an album for those who don't love (or love by not loving it, I'm lost) Rock.

I also believe it's inadvisable for those who enjoy starting their sweet awakenings with Pop.

Or for those who have long decided to harshly sandpaper their brains with Jazz.

Rap (or hip hop, never understood the difference), not being a genre worth considering, I don't even consider it. And anyway, I don't think even rap enthusiasts would like it.

Perhaps the most clandestine among you supporters of Viking and Apocalyptic Folk might find subliminal elements of Sacred Music that align with their tastes (including the noose). But, let me tell you, I wouldn't be entirely persuaded.

So?

And I dunno!

By now you should know that on DeBaser, it's not like you come to (read) what's inside the records!

In this case, I can only warn you about what you won't find on the album.

Note to the delirious: this could become the most entertaining album you've ever heard.

Moreover, you can choose whether to go - back in time - to London in 2017 (A) or to Manchester in 2013 (B).

Remember to bring an umbrella, because over there, it's a humid humidity tragedy.

Then, if you really want to go to (C), do as you please.