The trio of Pedro Lourenço (Vocal / Guitar), Emanuel Severino (Drums) and Inês Vicente (Bass) from Lisbon (Portugal) – who are the dark-rock band Trauma Lips released the LP Problems today.
A ten track album of dripping moss that minds the listener of a dank sea-cave festooned with the eerie shapes of stalactites and stalagmites as the vocal rotates through the compressed bass and drum kit with the elongated guitar adding to the sense of looming foreboding.
The quartet of Carlos Guerra (Vocals / Sampling), Paulo Ventura (Guitar / Vocals), Guilhermino Martins (Bass / Sampling / Vocals) and Ivan Saraiva (Drums) from Vila Real (Portugal) who form the alt-metal band Serrabulho released the LP Porntugal (Portuguese Vagitarian Gastronomy) yesterday.
An eleven track album (available on bandcamp) which has something of the theatre of the absurd about it with the mélange of disney cartoon snips, screaming hardcore and sampled human and animal sounds being sellotaped in to each other as though someone has cut through a reel to reel tape and put it back together in a random sequence.
Consequentially this will divide the listeners between those who will immediately reach for the off switch and those reaching for the volume increase button, that I am suggesting you spend time in their company alerts you to my speaker system playing at full volume.
In addition to instruments / percussion listed a plethora of others including bagpipes, rabel and radufe feature as well as additional musicians to the members who form the band – in the roughly thirty eight minutes of the LP.
The prolific output of PeDRo PRaTeS, each at slightly different modulating frequencies, discovers new material surfacing most weeks, sometimes of triphop, other times downtempo, else as in the case of the most recent song to surface Every Night – ambientwave.
Despite the frequency of new music appearing the quality is never lost and the listener can become completely immersed in the soft frequencies to which the mind and body becomes syncopated and loose all sense of surroundings, hence why it has taken me a little while to get to this article as I have been entombed within an extensive selection of the back-catalogue.
The electronica in Every Night gradually dissolves under its own weight before the next revolution surfaces akin to the movement of waves on the shoreline.