You probably know the story by now. (lo:muêso) sound is pretty complicated, so let’s take this one element at a time. The lyrics are almost as perplexing as those that left you scratching your head when you heard other bands. “Tagore” announce the opening into a brave new world where power chords slice and dice over broken-down anti-climactic guitar riffs, a glorious mess of what we knew becoming the frontier for a brave new rock ‘n roll.
Juanma Medina and Raúl de los Ríos’s guitar work is as shredding as ever. Between their monstrous playing and the additional keyboards and sound manipulations, it is tough to know where certain noises come from, because the feeling is sometimes altogether unworldly. The backbone to all this is the downright spectacular drumming of Alfonso Méndez and the great bass work of Carlos Navarro.
Now, can you imagine all this blended together? As you may have guessed, it is an ambitious effort, and it could very well leave your brain hurting by the time all of the songs have wrapped themselves around you, because there is so much going on and so much to digest. There is truly no genre to define this one, as the list of bands it recalls could include everyone from At The Drive-In to Mogwai, from Hood to Do Make Say Think.
(lo:muêso) explore a considerably more progressive sound on their second full-length album. As laid out on (next:matêria), this unconscious landscape is a place where reality bends in fantastical and unexpected directions and erratic time signatures are the order of the day. (next:matêria) is unapologetically self-indulgent and intentionally cryptic (lyrically speaking). But its musical adventurousness proves intoxicating, especially compared to the staid pabulum currently occupying the airwaves.
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