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Qui w/ Trevor Dunn

THE REVIEW

If an album can afford such names on the front, it's an easy win; for those who don't know, Trevor Dunn is a well-established ace of spades in experimental rock, whether it's crossover or avant-garde; for those who have in the past been delighted by these playful acrobatics, the scoop is that sir. Dunn is passing through Italy paired with this benevolent band that ten years ago boasted the gentle vocalizations of David Yow (more or less gentle).

To briefly etch out an incomplete track by trekking, I'll mention a few impressions:

• the liquid dizziness of Buon giorno Nicolo;
• the quirky futurist suspense of Cut Yourself Thin;
• the bawling from the Buzzo/Patton household on the sharp noise influences of Ashtray Heart;
• the psychotic hardcore of Sexual Friend;
• the dark and loosened bass of Weirder Gender that groans through the alleys of that edgy guitar.

The whole thing is disguised as jazz full of stretch marks that seem to write half with the right hand and half with the left; overall, eight fresh-chameleon tracks of 2017 that tread the historic paths of Bungle, Melvis, Scratch Acid, Fantomas, and J. Zorn, to mention the most obvious; these dashing layers of sounds create an avant-garde that hiccups with noise and dissonance, ranging from vocal orchestrations to hints of punk and, whether due to smart composition or tasty production, in the end, the mix sounds clear and listenable; experimental music washed, ironed, and bound, a gallery set up by veterans who certainly haven't become linear with age and who, for me, come up with an LP of exaggerated interest; I would say that even the collaboration would suffice for me.

Auscultabile HERE.
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