Where they from?
Norway. The New York Knicks were eliminated in supreme fashion this past Saturday in the Eastern Conference Finals of the NBA playoffs. Despite only being a Knicks fan for three weeks, I was bitterly disappointed. What is Timothée Chalamet gonna do now, make another movie? I mean how many Dunes are there? And poor Ben Stiller, now he’s gotta go back to, uh, doing whatever Ben Stiller has done for the past 15 years.
Why the hype?
There is grindcore music that is brutal and denigrating and then there is grindcore music that sounds like it could not possibly have been made by human beings. Psudoku very much fall into that latter category. From the evil mind that brought you the equally abrasive Parlamentarisk Sodomi, comes a cartoonish concoction that blends only the most insane elements of bands like Sissy Spacek, ATKA and *Asterisk. Psudoku’s music is punctuated with a mousetrap roller coaster of helter skelter blast beats, inhuman percussion and echoed vocals that must be heard to be believed. Also, all of this somehow has to do with outer space.
Latest Release?
Psudoktrination, Nerve Altar. Somehow this band’s music has become more insane than ever and yet also more memorable and anthemic. The album, featuring a more pronounced bass tone than anything previous, is full of its usual chaotic twists and turns, yet the last two songs feature, dare I say it, some actual HOOKS? The further the space shuttle gets to the Sun, the more glorious and burning the light. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
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