Kashmir 9:41
Život A Věci

I have known this group for a long time, but only on March 7 of this year, I saw one of their live concerts, and they confirmed to the cube what I already thought: exceptional! And this comes from someone who has a handful of varied works in the hardcore scene, generally finding that stuff all the same and boring (in a good way) in its repetitiveness.

The impact of these Czechs is also stimulating in their proposal of "krishnacore." Yes, because these guys are Hare Krishnas... of a rather peculiar orange. The proposed meditation is a bit lively, but it aligns with me, as someone who has practiced yoga for almost thirty years. I say: there should be more meditations accompanied by the atmospheres of Sergius Golowin, Klaus Wiese, and Popol Vuh, but that's not enough. Here, there is not even a shadow of the veil, and the paradigm of rarefaction is overturned; the oranges present us the chaos of the path to enlightenment, and trying to light up is not peaceful, it's a big mess, it's inner destruction that, when it physically reveals itself, inevitably explodes in a maelström of primordial noise.

Here, they don't make a single mistake, usually, albums of this kind are monotonous, after two or three tracks the scrotum hits the ground, but the pleasant surprise is that the "blind" ones open to frantic illuminations with every piece. The cadence is impeccable, we sway, tingled by blasts of noise that resonate as the echo of our pissed-off soul violently reprimanding the body for taking ownership.

And here's the closing of the circle with the T-shirt they sell at concerts: Nejsme Tohle Tělo (We are not this body), adorned with the "carriage" drawing and below their name Kashmir 9:41. And that number 941 where they inform us they are on the right track to reach a thousand, those thousand petals of the "crown" chakra, the ultimate chakra. They tell us: "We are coming! Are you coming with us?" Here's the right "vaccine"...