If there's one thing the French do best eating frogs is certainly doing screamo. Already there are Daïtro to reign over the land of Pomicione, right? well, you add Sed Non Satiata of bullying as co-leaders (among others in their discography (two and two split ep) is a work with compatriots as mentioned above). This is the second ep (which still takes its good half an hour) that despite the ugly cover (what the hell is it? an empty swimming pool view through a network football?) is a small gem. If you liked Daïtro (at least at the time of Laisser Vivre les Soulettes (let live slabs ??)), certainly go on the safe side with the SNS. The mold is the same opera in French, screaming and melodic but with flashes spoken, good recording, fine Arpeggione, just chaos, stuff cunt short. They know, however, to give all their touch, a figure post-rock and post-hc figure (the second track, totally instrumental part in growing up, opens, closes and opens and closes alternating power-chords and plump delay ultradecisi), and they know to be very groovosi (the opening words of the first piece bounce number), all without result in the trivial. E sti good French.
01. Les balustrades
de soie 02. Osögõ gold
03. Entre les mots
04. Calle Jaen 23 ... Ou the antre de la bête
05. The Arrach cœur
;) (via http://itsachugknocklife.blogspot.com/ )
I do not know where you buy, have abandoned all their pages on the internet .. boh.
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