For Icelanders, these guys sure do a mean impression of a Krautrock band, that motoric, those sweet squonky horns, that general wild experimentalism, a song called Kraut I G for fuck's sake. If you're into that whole scene, these guys are doing it better than anyone else today, this is propulsive, hypnotic, maniacal stuff, with hints of Man Man's meltdowns and Menomena's automatically derived, uncanny song structures.
The whole thing kind of goes out with a whimper, without any particular arc to it - but then again, I don't understand a word of it. Maybe it's an epic tale! 3.5/5
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