"Demon Box", year 1993, belongs to the band's early period, when the sound was still metallic. Here the main influences of our hard-rockers converge (rather chaotically), from Neil Young to Motorhead, from Sonic Youth to the '70s, and they transition from industrial progressions to pop melodies seamlessly: the track that opens the album, "Waiting For The One", is a folkish ballad in an almost Drake-like style, while the next one, "Nothing To Say", is a power rock anthem with a highly catchy chorus; the listener is taken aback by the very violent "Feed Time", the stunning hardcore of "Sunchild", with an over-the-top lyric. Then we move to two tracks present only in the vinyl version, "Gutwrench" and "Mountain", with strong echoes of Pink Floyd, a testament to the group's great potential. We reach the softer side, especially represented by "All Is Loneliness", a cover of an old Moondog piece, and "Come On In", a guitar/vocal with a melancholic stride. This brings us to the apocalyptic title track, made of feedback and devastating noises for their own sake (Sonic Youth dominate here). Note the captivating "Junior", with a lo-fi flavor, and the splendid "Plan #1", another great classic with great pathos, featuring the American writer Matt Burt on spoken vocals. We head towards the closure with "The One That Went Away", an electric version of the first track (as in Neil Young's, "Hey, Hey, My, My" and "My, My, Hey, Hey").
In its pleasant youthful confusion this album is an extremely important step in the band's development as it consecrates them in the national scene and lays the foundations for the various developments that the sound will take in "Timothy’s Monster". A must-have for every fan of theirs.
"It is a courageous, varied, and original work, many ideas will be taken up in subsequent works."
"The album is still too raw also due to a lack of care in production, not to mention the majestic suites are missing, and the vocals are what they are."
One is so immersed in an immediate transcendental joy that the smile it elicits remains throughout the album’s duration.
The Pandora’s box screams with a delightfully ungraceful shout that has nothing of suffering, it’s a hurricane of bloody happiness narrating invisible abrasive purities.