Released last December, I am not exactly on time with a review.. shame on me, though, it's never too late to share the love for some good Music.
New chapter on Aagoo records for Italians Inutili, following the Music to Watch the Clouds On a Sunny Day 12′' vinyl: this first full-length record plans over the psychedelic boundaries space, garage rock, jumping from drugged to wild, where My Girlfriend is a Zombieslut is a the depth of the ocean reached by a sinking humpback whale, and The Monarch Must Die is somehow Hendrixian, more in the spirit of free experimenting than for technics, such that you would forgive the frying of saturated mics, and you'll still be there, listening to that mayhem of fierce sounds coming straight into and through you.
No Name Science, Nicotine, Bangcock (what a classy title) blend the record acidity with dreamy saccharine, yet, the urge of chaotic is still there, ready to burn with Noise Again, and suddenly I wished Inutili could have made a split disc with The Psychic Paramount. Or a one-day long jamming. Wah-wah, fuzz galore. Restless bass and drums kicking out, like there was no tomorrow. Radon is on that path.
I am sure that on stage they are wild beasts. Again, sorry I'm late.
New chapter on Aagoo records for Italians Inutili, following the Music to Watch the Clouds On a Sunny Day 12′' vinyl: this first full-length record plans over the psychedelic boundaries space, garage rock, jumping from drugged to wild, where My Girlfriend is a Zombieslut is a the depth of the ocean reached by a sinking humpback whale, and The Monarch Must Die is somehow Hendrixian, more in the spirit of free experimenting than for technics, such that you would forgive the frying of saturated mics, and you'll still be there, listening to that mayhem of fierce sounds coming straight into and through you.
No Name Science, Nicotine, Bangcock (what a classy title) blend the record acidity with dreamy saccharine, yet, the urge of chaotic is still there, ready to burn with Noise Again, and suddenly I wished Inutili could have made a split disc with The Psychic Paramount. Or a one-day long jamming. Wah-wah, fuzz galore. Restless bass and drums kicking out, like there was no tomorrow. Radon is on that path.
I am sure that on stage they are wild beasts. Again, sorry I'm late.
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