A band that in all possible ways evade description, primarily because the instrumental post-rock wig-out Steve Reich drum-duo breakdowns, rhythmic shouty noisy…ness of this band is so far stretched, pulled and refracted that it would be nigh on impossible to figuratively stuff it into any generically labelled jar. Though maybe we just did.

Rotating between instruments, chanting and howling, playing ritualistic, mantra-inducing rhythms they manage to bridge the divide between the danceable electro-wash in Holy F–k* or Gang Gang Dance and the careful racket of no-wave.