Sanity threatening higer-key dementia from one of America’s greatest undiscovered pack of mindfuckers, No-Y-Z’s
relentlessly innovative and ever shifting melange takes in ironically detourned tape collage, esoteric post punk instrumentals and gibbering gnome voice sickness, their diseased distillation sounding like some unprecedented hybrid of Bomis Prendin, Ivor Axeglovitch, Negativland and Le Forte Four.
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