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Rating: Take the vinyl of Tago Mago by Can and deface it with a nail, pierce it, scratch it, bend it. Now, put the record on the turntable and make sure it plays at 78 rpm. This is the sound of "Infrantumi," the fourth album by the Starfuckers, which really seems the shattered sound, with its arrhythmic rhythms, its impulses, its silences, its audio-dust made of clusters, rustles, whistles, and ultra-detuned algebraic guitar slashes.
The music of the Starfuckers is self-generated, self-sustaining, it is the victory of alchemy over chemistry and the musicians become mere filters, conductors between the earth and His cosmic Eminence "The Sound." Their declared battle is anti-ego, theirs is pure sound fetishism. And they come out with this "Infrantumi," this avant'roll that seems like a slow-motion tachycardia, with Manuele Giannini's codeine voice whispering: "io qua che cimitero suoni", while Roberto Bertacchini's drums roll, relentless, towards the abyss, among dark whistles and black holes produced by Alessandro Bocci's Korg ms-10.
Cosmic tones for Italian-style mental therapies. Let's hold onto this "Infrantumi" tightly.
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By maryg
This is non-music. Rather, it is a profound silence interrupted by whistles, noises, whispers, random drum beats.
With this album the Starfuckers literally shatter everything that comprises the structure of a song.
