AVARUS

— First review of this album —

Many, many minutes of howling and percussion, this is like an imminent band of orcs and goblins that are prepared to descend upon a frightened band of travelers at any moment- only they never do. They just remain in the hills, wailing and beating their drums. This performance, consisting of a single, half-hour long track, sounds quite tribal, nearly ancestral. The primal humming, the incessant beating, and the droning of the other instruments are all presented in a raw, visceral production, all clearly improvised on the stage. I would only recommend this to those who appreciate the more avant-garde side of this genre, those who wouldn't mind a more cacophonic version of "Moonchild," although I doubt many of those would be impressed.

— First review of this album —

Trippy, folksy, cosmic psychedelic tribalism they've squeezed forward via this creation. Not known except AVARUS were founded in Tampere, Finland in 2001 but cannot help saying what an addiction via this album "IV" a Finnish combo have launched actually.

Basically hot and desert-y percussive minimalism lets us navigate another innovative commune. Very fruity their spacey synthesizer-based metallic thrashes are indeed, and amazingly this minimalistika cannot annoy us at all ... not mysterious maybe, if they launch mind-blowing flavoury addiction via this soundscape. The former part on Side A (anonymous one) goes ahead with grabbing our heart.

Yup their craziness would upgrade step by step. The latter "A" is another killa one. Closer to simple space folk rock than the previous one but no alteration as for dry desert sound texture we can find. Guitar riffs get more freaky and flexible, and comfortable. No refined atmosphere around them really, but guess they might have played under mind-altering condition.

Upon the B side they give us bully explosion called experimentalism. Decent Krautrock drenched in freakout sound shower created with percussive confusion, kosmische noiselines and schizophrenic guitar discharge we can experience. Why cannot we fly away into the real heaven with devilish agents heralded by their soundmachinegun? This is the way they live over. Recommended for every Krautrock freak.