OFFICINE

A fiercely brutal, anti-grunge and no-wave howling trio, with guitars spinning out, a metallic bass, feedback electronics, and drums hammering beats that are sometimes broken, sometimes tribal. A boneless and hooting rock, somewhere between Teenage Jesus & The Jerks and DNA, in the blind spots of punk and EBM. The band pushes the limits of present-day noise rock to its extremities. Or perhaps more like an exposure of affects in a hyper-savage and salutary guerilla, with a crucified guitar, convulsions, gallops and rolling motions. Officine inebriates us under a stream of meteors until we are ravaged onto grace.