Holy Fuck
Holy Fuck (LP)

THE REVIEW

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