HEAVENICETRIP!

This incredible music wallows within far-flung Space rock concepts , close to Italian group Sunscape, choosing to weave intricate dual guitar riffs, with chugging bass and almost danceable drums (in a good sense) similar to their Hungarian compatriot tripmeisters Korai Öröm or Finn cousins The Giant Hogweed Orchestra and Groovector. They also bring aboard a couple of synthesists to intensify the sonic colorations with masterful results. "Indúl" (Start) blisters ragingly ahead, setting the torrid yet oft dreamy pace, drowning in massive swaths of psychedelia and groove. This pulsating ambiance blooms even further on the title track, the pertinently named "Heavenicetrip", a raucous explosion of intense guitar fulminations, bluesy but fast and hence, desperate to keep up with the funky bass played the István Balahoczky that slings this one into one hell of a danceable but groovy setting, while both axemen let the strings shred through the mist, with a myriad of luscious effects. "Imarobot" squirms into trance territory but pushed along by that malevolent bass, the guitars ring choppily and the mood intensifies as the synths start pinging and ponging wildly. Drummer Zoltán Farkas thumps his traps abusively, in a pseudo-African marshalling beat that just keeps cooking! Another absolute killer track. "O-Zone" retreats to a trippier minimalist intro, very psych and repetitive for the most part but still relying on the percussive work to shoulder the main thrill. The bass finds itself still funky and prominent, waving the other lads through towards some distant cosmic buzz, a bit like those trance- rave concerts with live bands like Ozric Tentacles, Hawkwind et all? After a brief ambient lull and some odd chanting , the theme comes rambling through once again more furious than before, the lead guitarist with deadly grins on their faces. They really blaze ardently, my goodness! Already a half hour of colossal music, can this "trip" go on? "Fix Dance" keeps the ball rolling with that locomotive bass, the rippling drums toying with the guitar arpeggios that quickly morph into heavy riffs, dissonant effects and vocal distortions, carrying a lot orgasmic weight as they forge forward , ready to explode. And then the deflagration comes with a sinuous and creeping lead guitar solo that swerves, swoons and sweats, all within the bruising and delirious sounds. Bloody incredible really. Things get experimental with sampled female voice bits computed to infuse with the male lead vocal on the brooding "Running in the City", a curious adventure in electronic music played by a hard- edged rock band, with highly satisfying results. The fretboards really peel off some sizzling solos, crafty and original and a prostitute tirade effect that is très recherché only adds lusty humor to the urban context. Brilliant again, I must say. "Podmóbü" is the oddball track, brimming with oddity, half old Pink Floyd, half Experimental, with some eccentric guitar blissouts and female chanting that fits the atmosphere to a Tee. The outgoing Frippoid slash is magnificent. Things get obviously interstellar with the cheeky "6 Steps on the Moon", a galactic ride of humongous proportions, loaded with unexpected genius, totally unpredictable (a rare occurrence in the relatively restricted Space ?Rock genre), ever endingly creative and yet powerfully hypnotic. The drummer really lets it rip here with a nasty solo that will make your heart skip a few beats and beads of sweat berthing at your brow. This incomparable album ends convincingly with "Karma Tours", a final 7 minute romp that oozes rhythm and psychosis, a lethal combination when well propelled by such a first- class bass/drum duo. Things get tribal electronic with almost vocoder-like robotic pleas bursting through the thundering haze. Blistering material, proggers, you need this BIG TIME . After all, sinkadotentree and I cannot be both wrong!

Easily within my top Prog 100 ever. Yes, and another sex soundtrack (LOL) for my harem. 5 trippy Budapests