Straight from them Rio De Janeiro weirdo mind-canals, VASO comes ripping into listeners’ psyches with QTV 009, a total Lynch-soundtrack-turned-potential-film-short romp through the maniac minds of electronics, violin, bax, sax, etc. Name it, VASO fucks with it. Relentlessly. And without an abashed bone in their body, VASO contains QTV 009 as if it were a quartet on the verge of outburst. This is composure for the anxiety riddled generation of youth now trying to progress art, but feeling as if it’s all been done. QTV 009 isn’t the first time I’ve experienced composure within losing control. Shit, not even this week is VASO’s QTV 009 new to me. But it’s definitely on the brink, barely clutching onto their last bits of air for every snuffed bit of breath they breathe into QTV 009. The intrigue is what their faces look like while playing live, as this sounds (toward the end) as if it were completely performance. Or more-so, how did they give each other visual signals, as a group, when their changes in mentality shifted. Wolfman gotta warn Mr. Hyde when the Hulk is ripping out. Though VASO ain’t not superhero group. They’re just doing their damned best to get a spectacular (and fairly uncommon) musical point across. Figure it out for yourself in QTV 009 by VASO below:
• QTV: http://quintavant.bandcamp.com
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