There is method in the ribald madness of the moniker. For herein find a winning amalgam of magickal Riff Mountain riffing and esoteric Far Eastern ritual practice. Chanting, weird percussion, keening females acting up in a series of mostly short impenetrable psychodramas. Ye olde Tenjo Sajiki / J. A. Caesar troupe on collective bad trip.
Two longer black psych standouts are Access of Evil - summoning the spirit of Jajouka in massed drums and insistent call and response, invoking who knows what – and Circular and Made of Earth – bringing closure with eastern drone, Karakoram blues guitar and Mongolian throat-signing against a soothing backwash of waves.
A ceremonial trip.
[If any innocents out there are puzzled by band's name, then just don't for the love of god search on "bukkake"]
Oddi wrth y brawd