An exciting and comprehensive flash the listening experience of “surfer rosa” by the Pixies, because it is full of those exhilarating manifestations that only the music of Francis Black and company can create.
This form of garage-rock-indie is iconoclastic of a sound that moves between strident guitar crackles, sharp bass lines in A song form exasperated by punk boldness and the gloomy crooning lament of Black, a true masterpiece.
Particularly, songs like "BONE MACHINE CACTUS", which give verse to this album, because they are offspring of the same hardcore-punk matrix of 'Husker du' and 'Sonic Youth', in short, the same sonic desecration, the same guitar stroke.
Furthermore, the refined charge of a song like "Where is my mind?", brings warmth to an extremely varied and at times borderline album. The other tracks stand out with these influences, offspring of a punk that finds and rediscovers other connections like the blues_folk of some songs like "Vamos", and asta de encanta, and especially the noise contours of "broken face", "levitate me".
Black thus condenses the guitarist sounds into a perfect mash that in subsequent years would become indebted to bands like Nirvana and so on...
Finally some cool rock!
'Where Is My Mind' has within it... the seeds of grunge ready to explode a few years later.
We are facing one of the most interesting works of the most creative goblin quartet in the history of rock.
Each track constitutes an intriguing microcosm of originality and, despite differences, gives the album undisputed homogeneity.