It's one of those albums that end up on your shelf and stay there until you pick it up again and ask yourself, "where the heck did this come from?"
It probably came from 10 years of wild downloading. With that Nintendo-flavored title and a labyrinth of brown images on the cover, it had been gathering dust for five years.

Reminder #1: Use the swiffer-duster more often.

And if it resurfaces, you might as well give it another listen.
And it all comes back to memory, those incomprehensible guitar riffs alongside arpeggios that neither half a decade of dust nor silence can tarnish their harmonic clarity. A prog rhythmic session good enough to kick the ass of 90% of post-metal bands out there, and an entirely absent singer. Exactly, no singer; God, how wonderful.

Five years ago, after some doubts, I decided where to slot this little disc: Stoner metal! But five years ago, I used to down five pints of Super Tennet's at every aperitif, my pockets were full of Smarties, and "Winning Eleven" had been replaced by bottles and ammonia (don't get it? That's because you're a sensible guy...). Today I've settled down: I drink almost only weiss and in my pocket, I have only loose change or at most, some sugar-free Vivident. In short, I've stopped playing "return from nowhere" without being DiCaprio, which is the only fun thing about being the star of the movie, and without earning flings with Cintyha Daniel (which is the only reason it's cool to be DiCaprio in "return from nowhere").

But with a clear and serene mind, unfortunately, the classification issues of the album remain unchanged if not in form at least in substance: Post rock, prog metal or post-metal? As constructed as the answer may seem: all three and none of them. Because it just doesn't add up: it's as if we have the sum of "4," "5," and "9," and the result is "Carrot Julienne." I don't know if my neurons are overly atrophied or if it's just that I've never understood a damn thing about music, but maybe the truth is that what's inside this album is just music.
And if you like it, great. If you don't... Well, forget about it somewhere and rediscover it in five years.

Reminder #2: Stop telling lies to convince people to listen to your crappy CDs.  

Tracklist and Videos

01   Pah No (06:40)

02   Samus (04:59)

03   Pistole (03:56)

04   Snayk's Tale (04:02)

05   June Ipper (04:55)

06   Fiddler, Yee-ryding (04:35)

07   Frid Ohm/Martin E.e.k. (06:51)

08   Nonografistole Adendum (Trampled to Death By Love) (09:00)

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