Out
of the old ashes sizzle and scream a new wave and realization simply called
MELT-BANANA. A maelstrom of experimental heart surgery, Melt Banana walk
on water, They effortlessly juggle all of those sharks that think they're
swimming in new, unexplored territories. Here are the imported children
of the no waves gone by, a hardcore-informed, audio info overload from Tokyo's
ferocious underground. MELT-BANANA sweat out a super-adrenalized, maxi-caffeinated
collision of frenzied drum rhythms and torturous guitar squeals through
tiny, frantic, hyperrhythmic little songs. Frontwoman Yasuko O.'s ultra-high-pitched
screeches and Agata's screaming slide guitar vie for supremacy across a
rhythmic frenzy that is so ridiculous and precise, it will crush you with
it's brilliance. Here are the cerebral gnashing guitars, the aggravated
pep squad proclamations and the neck-snapping rhythm change-ups irresistible
to those seeking a new musical truth. MELT-BANANA doesn't sound like anything
you've heard. Simply put, they are unclassifiable. If that's not enough
for you.... well then, back into your cave Grogar. Tonights gonna be chilly.