With a passport that includes Fantomas, Circle, Ruins and Kid606 touring stamps, Guapo certainly know their avant onions. Fusing fragments of kraut-rock, minimalism and folk then binding it all together in a prog-rock shell, Guapo make cluster-fuck post rock that dips, dives and crashes in the most pleasing fashion imaginable. Opening with the po-face monikered 'I', Guapo initially introduce little more than slowly blossoming, distortion saturated noise that, whilst lacking a firm focal point, nevertheless draws you in totally. Just when they've got you fully submerged a sucker-punch of jerky post-rock kicks in, made all the more potent for its lack of introduction. Sounding not unlike a more eclectic take on the current resurgence of prog (think Mars Volta sans vocals), Guapo then go onto deliver a blinding selection of odd time signatures and percussive bursts ('II') that belie their friendship with Mike Patton. Elsewhere 'III' is a 10 minute churning monster of jazz influenced structures, 'IV' a bass marinated set of beeps and feedback, whilst 'V' takes the Mogwai schematic... then shreds it. Like an Edward Munch for the ears.
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With a passport that includes Fantomas, Circle, Ruins and Kid606 touring stamps, Guapo certainly know their avant onions. Fusing fragments of kraut-rock, minimalism and folk then binding it all together in a prog-rock shell, Guapo make cluster-fuck post rock that dips, dives and crashes in the most pleasing fashion imaginable. Opening with the po-face monikered 'I', Guapo initially introduce little more than slowly blossoming, distortion saturated noise that, whilst lacking a firm focal point, nevertheless draws you in totally. Just when they've got you fully submerged a sucker-punch of jerky post-rock kicks in, made all the more potent for its lack of introduction. Sounding not unlike a more eclectic take on the current resurgence of prog (think Mars Volta sans vocals), Guapo then go onto deliver a blinding selection of odd time signatures and percussive bursts ('II') that belie their friendship with Mike Patton. Elsewhere 'III' is a 10 minute churning monster of jazz influenced structures, 'IV' a bass marinated set of beeps and feedback, whilst 'V' takes the Mogwai schematic... then shreds it. Like an Edward Munch for the ears.
With a passport that includes Fantomas, Circle, Ruins and Kid606 touring stamps, Guapo certainly know their avant onions. Fusing fragments of kraut-rock, minimalism and folk then binding it all together in a prog-rock shell, Guapo make cluster-fuck post rock that dips, dives and crashes in the most pleasing fashion imaginable. Opening with the po-face monikered 'I', Guapo initially introduce little more than slowly blossoming, distortion saturated noise that, whilst lacking a firm focal point, nevertheless draws you in totally. Just when they've got you fully submerged a sucker-punch of jerky post-rock kicks in, made all the more potent for its lack of introduction. Sounding not unlike a more eclectic take on the current resurgence of prog (think Mars Volta sans vocals), Guapo then go onto deliver a blinding selection of odd time signatures and percussive bursts ('II') that belie their friendship with Mike Patton. Elsewhere 'III' is a 10 minute churning monster of jazz influenced structures, 'IV' a bass marinated set of beeps and feedback, whilst 'V' takes the Mogwai schematic... then shreds it. Like an Edward Munch for the ears.
With a passport that includes Fantomas, Circle, Ruins and Kid606 touring stamps, Guapo certainly know their avant onions. Fusing fragments of kraut-rock, minimalism and folk then binding it all together in a prog-rock shell, Guapo make cluster-fuck post rock that dips, dives and crashes in the most pleasing fashion imaginable. Opening with the po-face monikered 'I', Guapo initially introduce little more than slowly blossoming, distortion saturated noise that, whilst lacking a firm focal point, nevertheless draws you in totally. Just when they've got you fully submerged a sucker-punch of jerky post-rock kicks in, made all the more potent for its lack of introduction. Sounding not unlike a more eclectic take on the current resurgence of prog (think Mars Volta sans vocals), Guapo then go onto deliver a blinding selection of odd time signatures and percussive bursts ('II') that belie their friendship with Mike Patton. Elsewhere 'III' is a 10 minute churning monster of jazz influenced structures, 'IV' a bass marinated set of beeps and feedback, whilst 'V' takes the Mogwai schematic... then shreds it. Like an Edward Munch for the ears.
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With a passport that includes Fantomas, Circle, Ruins and Kid606 touring stamps, Guapo certainly know their avant onions. Fusing fragments of kraut-rock, minimalism and folk then binding it all together in a prog-rock shell, Guapo make cluster-fuck post rock that dips, dives and crashes in the most pleasing fashion imaginable. Opening with the po-face monikered 'I', Guapo initially introduce little more than slowly blossoming, distortion saturated noise that, whilst lacking a firm focal point, nevertheless draws you in totally. Just when they've got you fully submerged a sucker-punch of jerky post-rock kicks in, made all the more potent for its lack of introduction. Sounding not unlike a more eclectic take on the current resurgence of prog (think Mars Volta sans vocals), Guapo then go onto deliver a blinding selection of odd time signatures and percussive bursts ('II') that belie their friendship with Mike Patton. Elsewhere 'III' is a 10 minute churning monster of jazz influenced structures, 'IV' a bass marinated set of beeps and feedback, whilst 'V' takes the Mogwai schematic... then shreds it. Like an Edward Munch for the ears.