Asymmetrical Hearing: Notes from a Sbilenco Ear

And finally, something crude, raw, direct, and honest in the way it shouts at full volume.

A fucking album that sounds exactly like an album should sound.

It comes at you with its shirt half open, boots dirty, a drink somewhere too close to the edge of the table.

Almost nothing in this album feels genuinely new.

There is a strange kinship between extreme cold and unbearable heat.

Some records quietly end up listening to you.

What strucks me most is not the band’s ability to move across different musical territories - that alone would be little more than a technical exercise - but the astonishing precision with which every stylistic choice serves the emotional and narrative co…

Lo-fi is one of those terms that looks obvious only from a distance.

There is a kind of sound that wants to be sold to you as healing.

There was in the former labour of Kneecap a spirit most unruly and untamed, as though some wild host out of the western mists had burst through the gates of the modern soundscape with neither leave nor apology asked.

There’s something almost suspiciously calibrated about this album.

A kind of aching languor, a feeling of melancholy, yearning, nostalgia, even Wehmut moves through me.

…and great was the audience’s astonishment upon hearing this duo.