header_image
CIBO  Ignorante  CD   (Zas)   11.98


Somehow, I've completely forgotten how I initially got turned on to this Italian band, but we just received their latest full length album

Ignorante here at C-Blast, and man is it a ripper. One of the reasons that I'm stumped as to how I ordered these for the Crucial Blast store is that

there is virtually zero information on this band anywhere online, and this album was also released by something like 19 different labels (much like

the older Monarch! releases), making the job of tracking down details on this band a nearly impossible task. I can tell you that Cibo are from

Torino, Italy and Ignorante is the band's second album, it's filled with bizarre imagery and even stranger lyrics that make absolutely no sense to

me, and that these goofballs tear through some of the nuttiest genre-fucking hardcore this side of Le Scrawl. While the 12 songs on this disc are mostly

constructed from a combination of raging, hyperfast Italian hardcore and brutal grindcore, Cibo work in all kinds of weirdness like surf guitar breaks, dance

music, and lounge jazz interludes over speedy thrash, melodic punk verses mutating into ridiculous death metal blasts and jangly indie rock parts, and lots

of detours into heavy rhythmic riff rock. Incredible stop-on-a-dime tempo changes and stylistic shifts are executed every coupla seconds, yet despite all of

the zany time changes and genre pilfering, all of the songs on Ignorante are really catchy. That goes double for the final 10-minute song

"Tonni Sgombri E Sirene", which starts off as some kind of math rock/crustcore hybrid, turns into a strange industrial field recording, and then ends up as a

weird casio-n-drum machine pop song with harmonized modulated voices singing "We hope you like Cibo" over and over for several minutes. These weirdos have

managed to straddle freaky style splicing, psychedelic shredmanship, and punishing thrashcore in a manner that makes me think of a fucked up fusion of

Cripple Bastards, Le Scrawl, ZZ Top, and Queens Of The Stone Age, but this is way catchier than most album's that take a similiar Le Scrawl/Naked City

approach. Very rad.