The song begins with a faded-in single snare. An organ creeps along, tiptoeing around the beat. There is a deep, tunneled voice, ranting, Lynchian, in Russian, presumably, since Post-Materialists are a Moscow collective. The track reminds me of other anti-music like the most anarchistic Ween or the angriest, least sensible Sun City Girls. It's hard to know without asking anything about this band: Do they want you to like this, or are they in the Sir Richard Bishop School Of Not Giving A Fuck...
Impose Magazine — The song begins with a faded-in single snare. An organ creeps along, tiptoeing around the beat. There is a deep, tunneled voice, ranting, Lynchian, in Russian, presumably... more info