What's the aural version of a punch delivered straight to the face? The auditory equivalent of a shock to the system? The answer is simple: one word, one syllable—Kong.
Before we start, a word of caution. This album is certainly not for the fainthearted.
Manchester-based prog-rockers Kong don’t give a fuck about making their listeners feel good. In fact, their abrasive, raucous, atonal beats tend to leave you devoid of any feeling at all; you’re simply numbed by the sonic blow.
Their deep and dirty underground sound penetrates the skull with a suffocating blend of psychedelic, grunge, and experimental metal. Between guttural moans and grinding guitar solos, Kong create completely avant-garde and unorthodox instrumentations, unprecedented in the universe we occupy. Kong’s alien-inspired music will break your sanity, blow your mind, and shatter your world, but that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy every minute of it.
But please, if you suffer from heart problems, epilepsy, or are currently pregnant, return this record to the shelf.
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