Phantom Power Wizard Master Smasher
Chewing Bees Men

THE REVIEW

Maybe it's the heat, maybe it's the parched skin with melanin pushing the epithelial cells to come out and try to defend me, maybe it's the torrid and muggy night as I spin this damn fan two centimeters away from my face while tinkering on the PC. Oh yes, one myspace leads to another and going from friend to friend, I find a band with a name as absurd as it is intriguing, never heard of them ... "… and what do they do?" I have no choice, I click on the track and as it plays, I open another page to look for information.

Inside they're bastards, foul like few, they pile up a stack of influences in an attempt to make it their own thing, and hell, they succeed. Zappa meets the early Napalm Death, improvisation marries grind-core, Meshuggah and Goodspeed perverted in the presence of Mr. Bungle and Captain Beefheart. A general mess of post core, metal, industrial noise and minimalist gaps, ethno-industrial breaks and sections on rhythms of math complexity and progressive metal. But where the hell do these guys come from? I'm already hot, a beastly heat, and these guys make me go further. A demo, a single track just over six minutes. Impossible to detach, I want to see where they're going, what they're still going to invent: space, power pop, techno metal, math RIO (and what a novelty, damn!) Captivating, damned, it's not my kind of thing yet I'm listening to it all the way through, for the third time.

Australian, very young, they are eight bad boys who also offer an atypical instrumentation, also consisting of violin, clarinet, trumpet, which join the more traditional rock band instruments. I didn't look for them, they just happened to me ... maybe, maybe they called me.