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The Gravitar arrive on horseback, an endless army of screaming Indians and excited soldiers united against our ears, tomahawks in hand and grenades in their bags, advancing towards us with a single aim: to create destruction.

Terminator with computerized eyes tighten their sights around our heads and begin the bombardment... cannons, machine guns, Kalashnikovs, tanks, torpedo boats, and an air fleet leave not a sliver of a chance for the poor listener who finds themselves bewildered and blown away by the sound power of the four.

It's a head-on attack of ultra-noise-psychedelic that is shot against us, ferocious harmonic tornadoes of guitars sweeping away everything in their path, leaving no room even for post-atomic silence, surface-to-air missiles whistling continuously just a meter from our skulls, laser beams cutting off heads and severing arms, thunderous bass strokes cracking bones, and steamroller drums shaking the ground beneath our feet.

Do not think this is the action of a disorganized bunch of rookies, or you may regret it. These are mercenaries of rock programmed to kill, deeply believing in what they do and never making a mistake.

The fury is so rooted in their stomachs that they can also afford to improvise if they want to... the result does not change: the apocalypse.

So it's better to surrender immediately and let yourself go with them; you will discover the taste of the extreme, the irrational, and maybe they could have you taste one of those trips they keep hidden next to their 44 magnums, put a piece on your tongue, and let you experience the joy of a cataclysmic nuclear high.

Come on... try it...

Terrorists!