Meshuggah
Catch Thirty-Three

A dark, terrifying, violent world, where the only escape is found after navigating through these 13 tortuous labyrinths devised by the most twisted minds; lobotomized sounds, monsters that stagger, nemeses of oneself.

A single narrative divided into 13 chapters that annihilates with its power and precision, at times seems to grow disproportionately, practically taking your breath away, bouncing off us with the sound of that metallic, stubby, rusty bass, the essence of a sound that can only be copied, a sound dependent on hysteria, that makes you break into a cold sweat without even realizing it.
I believe that bands like them are a now rare exclusive, a group that continuously produces works that have no comparisons because they are too advanced, they move too fast, you might catch up with them and that's when they annihilate you with another burst of speed... and you are forced to stop to catch your breath.

"Catch Thirty-Three" is something truly terrifying, unpredictable, yet another demonstration of how a group can continually change the level of perfection while continuing to unleash powerful blows and maintaining the sonic genuineness that has distinguished them since their first work, a sublime combination and transposition of technique and idea.
The hourglass has its own functioning, it stops time and then moves forward, far from all the clichés and stereotypes, forty-five minutes that feel like months, other times seconds, but the moral remains the same: suffocating, inhuman, perfect!

The worst monster that a mind can conjure, managing to sketch these traits with the mind and immediately transpose them into notes can be a prerogative... indeed, it is the prerogative of the greats!