Thursday, March 20, 2008
Man's Inhumanity to Man:
The name is enough to conjure up a hushed reverence reserved for the holy of holies...akin to an unspoken sense of awe when greeted face to face by a celestial presence. An almost mythical entity that in it's time, spewed forth volcanic chunks of skullfuckingly heavy sound that shattered through genres and ripped through barriers of musical mental confinement. Good god, that statement alone should have you curious. Do as thou wilt - but be warned, once you have been touched by the scalding hot white noise hands, brushed by the burnt fingertips of free-jazz skronk, bruised by the violet shades of translucent atmosphere, battered by the relentless psychic assault, and kissed these venomous, ragged, torn lips...you will know that you have come face to face with god itself...and it's name was Ladio Bolocko.