Yowie
Cryptooology

Have you read my review of the latest Ahleuchatistas CD? No? Now you have a reason to read it, and I have a reason to be ashamed.

I linked it to you shamelessly, not out of an excessive desire for fame, but because, among the Ahleuchatistas and our Yowie, there is a good relationship. Let's say that, on a sound level, they could easily be compared. Almost to create a genre.

However, to surprise and intrigue you and, why not, encourage you to purchase, I will tell you that these Yowie are worse: their disharmonious and dissonant combinations reach such peaks that they no longer appear as the work of two guitars and a drum (this is the lineup of the group); the insanely fast and perverse intertwinings of the two (a)melodic lines clash, merge, reunite, reemerge, creating different suggestions: a feeling of estrangement, of alienation. There is nothing human. Absolutely nothing.

On a more conceptual level (it's really cool to say it that way), this inhumanity is expressed in various ways: primarily through the total abandonment of form. And we are not only talking about song form (clear influences of improvisational music), but also album form (the seven songs are titled with a female name starting with T and ending, except for one song, in A), and instrument form (the boundaries between instruments are surpassed, and it's not rare to include the guitar in the more typically "percussive" section of the sound), and even note form, as the guitarists are very busy playing nothing that seems like a single note but more like an atonal swing-swang-baradadiiindondan, or rather, hypertonal; in short, there is no form: the sound wanders in atemporal, aspatial structures, located only in the perception of the listener.

It's an album incredibly open to various interpretations, critiques, appreciations, and whatever else. But you won't think about this while listening to this 29:52-minute rock, you'll say damn, damn it's scary, damn this is not normal stuff, damn there's no drug that can match it.

This is powerful stuff, folks. They are the Yowie.