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Frana Awkwardwards https://www.inkoma.com/k/4755

(11tx DGTL/12inch vinyl, 36 mins - Antena Krzyku, Vollmer Industries, Brigante Records and Productions, Entes Anomicos, Hidden Hands Records, Violet DAM, Oh! Dear Records 2018)

 | pall youhideme
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From Milan, Italy, four-piece Frana (transl. landslide) release a brilliant full-length debut on vinyl 12'', full hands fishing from Dischord's finest, abrasive and tight sound, .
Male vocals, sharp guitars distortion, full bodied bass lines and kick-your-ass, rumbling and, still, straight drumming.
Since the very first track, Bet on e-era, their groove is ferociously captivating. They key of playing menacing and calculated works fine, like the fast tsunami ride of Panpo, the destroyer. As well as the pretense of calm of singing in Fainting goat, right after the flashing intro.
Chemtrails is restlessly and adrenalinic at the same time. Some of its textures bring my mind back to Hell Demonio's six-string tortuosity.
Sagrofa..safropa..saprophagous! seems coming out of 90's MTV, when it used to pledge itself to alternative music with a half hour dedicated..  You know, that line, 'Remember when MTV used to play music videos? Of course you do, because you're old.' - And ''it's time to go back to the mineral age'', - just to quote Francesco Scazza from Frana.
For sure they know how to start a song: listen to the opening of There will be cotton candy. Fuck, pure inner-catharsis. They sound huge here. To be played loud. Straight to the mosh pit.
The almost album's title track, Awkward words, screams out loud Frana's addictively palatable distress. 

Lonely performer is - maybe - the unneeded pause of a blasting tracklist. De gustibus etc etc. 
They have also a song for Asimov. Titled, Asimov. You can't get wrong. Beautifully and rhythmically assaulting.After about 33 minutes, things finally get an emotional and lo-fi ending: last track Wrinkly hands in heavy water. Fuck, 90s are really almost 30 years away?
In the grace of post-punk noise, enjoy.


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Slowdive Souvlaki https://www.inkoma.com/k/4754

turns 25

 | pall youhideme
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Make yourself a favour. Just in case you did it not yet. Play this. 


I bought this amazing, stunning, unforgettable record in 1998. The US release. Shame on me, I was so late with it, since its first UK release dates 1993. 
Actually, after the first song, the first listen, I was so ashamed of myself I did not know about Slowdive, before that. This was so 'missing' to my teenage years. 
This record turns now 25 years old. And it is 20 years I still love its company, it sounds so beautifully perfect, still today. That should means something.
Thanks for being you, Slowdive.



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Horrible Snack Your Neighbour's Shingles Will Ruin Your Garden https://www.inkoma.com/k/4753

(16tx CD/DGTL -  OMe rec 2018)

 | pall youhideme
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Two brothers. Damn young ones. Edoardo and Sebastiano  Omezzolli, 19 yrs and 16 yrs - repeat this after me, sixteen. S I X T E E N. 
Fukc. How dare you making such so good music at sixteen? 
Said that. Third record, oh my. From northern Italy, Arco.
Under the key of being and playing always genuine, never caressing that easy boundary of slavish or snooty hyper-technicism arrogance, common to loads of bands of the same age, embarrassingly trying to ride the current hype and related mannerism, Omezzolli brothers feed their 16 (again) titles with brilliant as nervous post-punk shots - catchy shots, actually, from 41 secs up to less than 3 minutes, - except done for the final track - Never Wanna Go (4'27'').  
Male vocals, frenzy electric guitars and propelled percussions. Horsepowered. Frantic, splintered, jumping left and right. Another Clan, Weak Suctions, as well as Permanent Hole brought my mind back to londoner Twisted Charm' , although we have here a different indie vs pop punk attitude. Belly's obsessive pace is pure adrenaline. Also, listen to the rapturous acceleration of Flower. Again, that brilliant. This (fucking) young Band marks a real difference over the national panorama. Hopefully someone is going to buy them a ticket to get away soon.
Although, IMHO there is not a 'hit single' piece - still -, Horrible Snack represents a full breath of oxygen. I wonder what might happen with a bigger production. Full respect. Now go and play this record.

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