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Reading what is reported on the printed (music) sheet and wandering around the web, one reads all sorts of things about this second album by the young Liturgy released not more than a few months ago by Thrill Jockey, a release that literally split both the opinion of the experts and especially that of the ultra-integralist fans of badmusic: with nonchalance, definitions range from sham album tout court to timeless masterpiece.
A whole series of more or less evident influences are cited, even at random, that would indelibly mark the hyperborean-post-black-outer-metal of the four hipsters from Brooklyn: Glenn Branca, Burzum, Boredoms, Battles, Dark Throne, Husker Du, Hellhammer, and Lightning Bolt. A nice blend, to say the least.
So, setting aside unnecessary sensationalism and misplaced hyperbolic descriptions, it must be admitted that the album, beyond the voice that sounds like being skinned alive (but tastefully), often works and, despite the presence of long and tumultuous tracks, is hardly boring: a considerable instrumental effervescence and a range of unusual timbral solutions for the genre in question (but which one?) effectively permeate the twelve gentle tracks of the album.
And then they even invented the burst-beat: micapizzefichi.
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