Kevin Drumm sonic terrorist. Kevin Drumm, heedless of sudden collapses. A hundred numbered copies for this self-released CD-r. The indomitable artist keeps confronting noise, dissolving into delirious cloudbursts ("Krapula"), keeping alive the dilemma between evocativeness and abrasive devastation ("Goddamnerung"), sinking into the inexhaustible magma of sound chemistry ("Embrace The Befuddlement", by far the most interesting moment).
So far, so good: Kevin doesn't exactly draw blood, but at least he states his case with a certain class. Then come forty-six minutes of nocturnal whispers, as if metaphysical crickets were lurking about, sterile hypnotic stasis and longueurs tedious enough to bore even the deaf. Épater la bourgeoisie, as they used to say. But does the bourgeoisie still exist?
Come on, Kevin... surely you're not just emptying out your drawers?
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12/12/2011
This article is an English translation of the original Italian text by Francesco Nunziata, published on OndaRock.it. It was translated with the help of artificial intelligence, under the editorial responsibility of OndaRock's editor-in-chief, Claudio Fabretti.