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Osaka Fortune is a fiery four-way fusion. <\\….. Jojo Hiroshige of the legendary Hijokaidan chewing up his guitar’s frets… Lasse Marhaug siphoning the buzzing veins of electric chairs…. Afrirampo‘s Pika dynamo smacking the skins and yelling like Annabella’s bow wow phantom daughter whilst Paal Nilssen-Love throws his percussive toys down the stairs, up the walls, face plants them into the concrete ….//>
As you could imagine, this is a glorious mess, a satisfying noise fest giving this bleak January cage a good shakin’. A gathering where subtlety is sent flying in a corroded ear soup of fedback slash obliques, the cccraz-a-rash smazzzzsch of tight skin and metal caught up in the jzfzzzzeeeeft whir of right angled dental nightmares. It’s all coming at you simultaneously, a flood of needling piranhas, as Hellraiser Two‘s evil doctor is lost in the Japanese chatter of teeth waved on by cymbal thrashing Krishnas … 30 minutes that throw out the capslock JOYS… a cathartic car crash … a freeform blizzard that suddenly leaves you stranded in a deafening void of silence.-Michael Rodham-Heaps-