They say:
Judging that Petbrickit is just and only an “Iggor Cavalera show” is a big mistake. The presence of the duo live makes their records in the studio look like kid games with cassettes, and frankly, on stage they decimate. The battery feels like a ton of free-falling bricks, and Wayne Adams' electronics fill the room so much that it resonates with the echo of the noise. Layers and layers and layers of waterfalls, textures, industrial buildings of noise pollution and dysfunction. “Radiation Facial” appears, with its shock waves carrying the familiar voice of Dylan Walker (Full of Hell) gargling dissonance in distress. "Horse" unloading the raw and the mechanic on Adams' hydraulics and Iggor's repetition. Brief visits to Ithey resonate like successive hammering in a bone that he wants to yield, but it is the recurring visits to the EP in his own name that deconstruct this whole plan of existence, as if his own life depended on it. The torn high-voltage cables incorporate a film such as Tetsuo, The Iron Man or Akira and come to life through muted and virtually disfigured mutants. Prolonged exposure to the overwhelming and unforgettable "Crack Baby", "Heaven's Gate" and "Trucker Fucker" can result in irreversible and catastrophic damage....
See the review and loads of great photos here: WAV Magazine
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