Thelonious Monk meets Igorrr, Infected Mushroom, and the geometric, rarefied sacredness of Tool.
Melodies blended with a steampunk universe, sludge rhythms cut by the free jazz drifts of the piano, make this work rich in sonic solutions and ideas, sometimes mantras, sometimes soundtracks from a smoky New York lounge bar.
Voodoomechanica brings to mind the sounds of my homeland (I'm Sicilian), and like a volcano, it begins to open up, letting its colorful explosions be heard, until it becomes a whirlwind of rhythmic riffs and melodic lines, blending together.
Dwellhole opens with a pressing arpeggio that leans on a massive rhythm, and begins to deconstruct until it disappears completely in a carpet of synths that become chants, images, textures, before retracing its steps.
The intro to "Neuroclasm" could easily be the soundtrack to the most violent and full-on scene in an industrial film. The club sound fades into the brassy voices, becoming a perfect 007 scene.
Listen to it and lose yourself in the alleys of a city filled with smoke and pipes, until you disappear into the fog and become that place yourself.
