Labels: RobotRadio Records
Review by: Alex Deller
Another odd bunch from Italy courtesy of Robot Radio, this time with a clusterfuck sound suspended partway between latterday Racebannon and first-album Blood Brothers, the whole thing yapping and squawking over disjointed riffs that pull in all manner of different directions like a bagful of cats tied at the tail. Amidst the crunching thud and froth-mouthed vocals (think equal parts Mikes Patton and Anderson with some odd bouts of “Space Oddity” Bowie) there’s a sense of experimentation threading its stumbling way, from patches of wobbly electronica to moments where you seriously have to wonder whether this lot absorbed a trick or two from Zu the last time their carnival made its lolloping way through town. High points are plentiful, but the gradual build and seismic WHUDDD! of “Putiferio Goes To War” probably edges it, perfectly showcasing the band’s multiple personalities as it shifts and clunks toward oblivion.