In my hands there is a package with a trasparent vynil manifactured inside a x-ray slab, an artwork remembering that one first Faust album. It's an ep, the label says it's a 45 rpm, but, at contrary, it's to be played at 33, otherwise it's like one of those annoyng demonic lullabies performed by the Chipmunks (how many episodes did they use that stratagem, playng song to a variable velocity?). Ok, the music, - it's a split between two bands, Electro Group and St. Avalanche. Dances begin with with E.G., with a piece called Trauma (see that now the slab makes a sense in this obscure drawn), an energic guitar pop a little bit recalling early 90's 4ad releases (Pale Saints on all), a short epileptic shock, coming before the melancholic ballad of Mezzoforte, ethereal instrumental with a swinging psychedelic entry, an ambient watercolor wich makes me think of Before And After Science of Brian Eno and of wonderful Kendra Smith. St. Avalanche is not less delicious, with a sugar melody of Son Monk And Thunder Carp, and the sticky chorus crossing through, vaguely 60's revival like. Air Force open with swirling guitars and strong organ, then it explodes in the shape of an adrenalinic college pop with sideships à la Sonic Youth, post Glenn Branca and stomgly rooted "acid" school (keyboards really work well in that sense. I hope i can soon hear more from both them, whole albums, because these kids are full of genuine enthusiasm. To book a copy, or fix a date with the doctor, address to ClaireRecords.
not yet, probably nobody cares, or nobody cared enough to tell something. Also: nobody reads komakino.
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