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Brutal, violent, insane!!! With this album, Comets On Fire reach the pinnacle of their psycho-noise experiments. Still filled with that psychedelia that in the 70s was one of the main characteristics of a good chunk of rock, but with a twist: between the 70s and the turn of the old and current century, where the Comets operate, there is an experience that has deconstructed rock: noise. Comets On Fire enrich the psychedelia we were talking about with the most acidic dissonances of noise. The result is deadly. Five tracks. Five tracks where rock solos, punk progressions, noise dissonances, violent industrial digressions, hardcore riffs are violently mixed... the listening is one of those that leaves you stunned, without a moment of peace, literally dragging the listener by the hair into a world of rusty and sharp sounds, yet at the same time powerful and overwhelming.
The beginning is electrifying... after a shamanic introduction... after tribal percussions and light jingling that seem to call for a dance around a fire... after you have settled into these sounds that are certainly not reassuring but at least stable and linear... after... hell breaks loose. The guitars start with a lightning riff immediately followed by acidic and dissonant solos. But there is no time to get used to it... the riff returns... the voice screams... a series of sounds that seem to cut and wound follow each other without any logical order. The only element of linearity is the rhythmic session that serves as the basis for the guitar involutions.
The next track ("Return To Heaven") is more structured and settled, followed by a beautiful traditional guitar arpeggio that is only at the end buried by a crash of electric guitars ("The Unicorn"). It is the prelude to what is to come. "ESP" and "The Black Poodle", the tracks closing the album, are the most hallucinatory and hallucinated. In total about seventeen minutes... seventeen minutes... seventeen minutes in which one is imprisoned in a cage of sounds... overwhelmed by a magma of malevolent visions... flashes of wicked unease annihilate us while it seems that the instruments are performing a corrosion of our mind.
When silence invades the ears, eyes are still wide open, we find ourselves breathless from a musical experience that very few can give us. Magnificent!!!
P.S: listening is not recommended for weak minds and ears
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