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Rating: It certainly won't be my responsibility if after barely containing yourself during the hearing of the proemial and progressively more astonishing fragments constituting the second work (previously we count a 2005 EP also curiously self-titled) of the four Toronto-Musicians, upon hearing the hyperbolic and pulsating fifth shard ["The Pulse"], you start shaking uncontrollably, as if possessed by ‘Su Dimòniu' (Beelzebub for non-post-Nuragic people), literally and physi[ologi]cally kicking** everything around you [things, people, cities, animals and so on] in the daily, albeit not always consciously, overwhelmingness.
And yes, my dear.
Because if it is true that the first neo-avant-dance-psychotropic(s) hostilities reigning in "Super Inuit" (recorded live) come as an unexpected surprise, overwhelming everyone and everything with maximum mirth and steamroller-like lightness, efforts are still made to maintain a serene demeanor (we're adults, come on...) dictated by the usual restraining music-inhibitory brake inherent in each of us.
But from the second Coffee-Latter piece ["Milkshake", absolutely NO! Kelis relationships] onwards, be assured, your rigorous and thinly veiled self-control mixed with the declining residual discerning impulse will slowly crumble, sending (paraphrasing the group-nomenclature) most sacredly "A' Fangala" * the jumble of well-mannered, wobbling neurons hosted in your (injured) skull and those of all the eventual (un)lucky bystanders: these nine sound-space-time breaches literally grab you by the scruff, shaking your unaccustomed [à such rich expressionistic density] peripheral-centralized perceptive system tectonically and seismically, thanks to a not better quantifiable/definable, exuberant, contagious, joyful, densely layered/concentrated sound mix, balancedly unbalanced.
Call it psychotic-avant/post-dance ("Safari"), call it electro-protozoic-rock ("Frenchy's"), or perhaps neo-neanderthalensis grindpop ("Choppers"), or even minimalism-maximalist mass-commoditized ("Lovely Allen"); in short, define it as you see fit and pleases you most… just make sure to grant Them a listen: there is a serious chance you won't be able to do without the unusual concoction anymore!
Word of a hungry and sordid crumblesheet***
*** for whatever little it may count, of course
** Just to be clear: I will not reimburse any damages to furniture and electronic appliances resulting from uncontrolled kicking activity.
* Giorgio Bracardi teaches
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