(Void Of Ovals)
Fifteen minutes of improvised-with-discipline music by a group that doesn’t want to know of sounding sloppy, as already demonstrated in previous releases (check the archives). Acrid guitars – either jangling, saturated or just knocked – on a basis of semi-regular drums whose figurations are only partially trouble-free but always perfectly working, lots of breathing space left to the rest of the elements. Alternances between single hits and notes and jarring chords, with (rare) lunatic vocalizations for good measure. A sense of improbability defined by the permanent suspicion about what’s going to come after, abundant touches of ominous purposefulness that keep the overall level well over average and, in certain spots, near it to a worn-to-shreds excellence. These guys are seriously searching for new ways to express their vision, and mostly succeed.