WICKMAN

After the debut album the bizarre rule-breaking WYXZ could only be expected to continue the pattern of jittery avant-prog angularities fortified with extreme math rock, experimental weirdness, noise fueled abstractness and an utter inability to stay focused on any one style of avant-garde alienation for too long and such is the case with this other one of three albums that emerged in the year 2017 titled WICKMAN!

Yes, this is the style of what is now called brutal prog and this is complexity and avant-garde weirdness for its own sake so don't even come close to this one if you can't stand the most deranged aspects of progressive rock, noise collages and math rock all turned up to 11, well beyond actually! This is a maelstrom of sound that would be almost unrecognizable to those who can only tolerate cute cuddly melodies while they sip a piña colada on the beach. This is the avant-garde angularity that either dreams or nightmares are made of! Yes, you know of what i speak, hehe.

Sort of considered an EP or a short album or whatever since nobody cares about these distinctions any more, WICKMAN basically continues the bizarre weirdness of the debut and doesn't change one bit. This is still all instrumental with math rock guitar antics taking the lead but laced with avant-prog's oppositional qualities unleashed in hurricane category 5 intensity! That's exactly why i love WYXZ! This artist is utterly uncompromising and for those of us who absolutely crave the weirdest of the weird, well this is for us.

Granted if you ONLY listened to this type of music, you'd probably lose your sanity but as a journey into the freaking nut farm, this music just avant-rocks my friggin world with one uncompromising unconventional time signature attack after another and despite the brutality of it all, there are still tangible patterns to keep your attention although based on the most intense musical deviations of Henry Cow, Univers Zero and all those RIO / avant-prog masters that came before only this stuff features increased tempos, bombastic counterpoints and ridiculously irregular patterns which find ideas sputtering out and replaced with unrelated bouts of weirdness.

This is for those who have heard it all and love to go into those scary rooms where all the attributes of prog rock and noise are thrown into the cauldron and set on fire. This shorter release is unrelenting in its pursuit for the next bombastic attack of the senses and takes the listener to an underground of some of the most extreme progressive outbursts with little consideration for anything resembling compositional consistency. Brutality on steroids. Time to go break something. Arrrggghhhh!