Rock It Cannon Number Two
Ever experienced that brain gnawing sensation when your tongue canāt seem to retrieve what your memory knows (yet fails to express)? Mind lounging. The familiar feeling you canāt seem to pin down. Well, something similar happened when listening to āNico Van Der Eekenā off Raketkanonās Holy Second (RKTKN#2). That freakinā intro!Ā
Vague memories of a not-so-distant-drug-addled-crazy-hot-summer. About four days in, it hit me! Flipo Madderfokkinā Manciniās Distorted Lovesongs. Ha-ha! Triumph des Willens. Memory Serves.
The boys aim pretty high opening with āFlorentā. KA-BLOOIE! Blending in nicely with the aforementioned āNicoā-track. In keeping this subtle yet very effective interplay between the songs going the band displays a savage savoir-mixer, which adds an extra dimension to the already carefully crafted tracklist. Nowhere is this more apparent than in between menage-Ć -trois āElisaā-āIbrahimā-āHaraldā. The last tune (āHanzā) sort of breaks away from these dynamics, instead expanding on a slightly looser groove.Ā
Exposure to these angular yet swinging ditties reminded me of the raw energy and fresh excitement I found on the Rott Childsā āRiches Will Come Thy Wayā, but where the Childs digressed on their second album (dabbling in the occult) these guys actually progressed. Itās an impressive body of work. Sharp, graceful, wonderfully concise and extremely danceable.
Europinion says: get the fucking album HERE & NOW
















