‘Adormecidos una vez más, Para sobrellevar diez mil maneras de pensar, Lo colectivo, lo tribal, ya no más, Es la alienación final’ (Endredados) / ‘Lulled once again, To cope with ten thousand ways of thinking, The collective, the tribal, no more, It’s the final alienation’ (Tangled)

We live in a world where debate and contestation of ideas have been largely foreclosed by technocratic governance.  This absence has provided fertile ground for the increasingly malevolent discourse that pollutes public life.  Not so much conflict as punching down at the behest of self-serving grifters and demagogues.

This blistering seven track d-beat onslaught from Lima’s Vorágine (Maelstrom), on this their vinyl debut, bleeds with the frustrations of a life where we seemed locked in an endless cycle of soul sapping repetition.  The echo-infused vocals bark in torment, while the dissonantly distorted guitars and frenetic rhythm section are not shy of locking into their bruising groove amid the chaotically raw barrage.  The savagely convulsing Endredados and the deceptively catchy title track hit home with a particular velocity, as does a cover of Ataque Frontal’s Ta No Formo Parte De Esto (I’m No Longer Part Of This) from their self-titled 1988 album.