"Invertebrata: or how I learned to stop worring about tuning my guitar and love the mad, crooked improv of Bert Vanden Berghe (a.k.a. brunk). Genre splicing goes beyond post modern here (or even post mortem), so, this is not quite your average atonal brut jazz folk with some touches of underground rock album. In fact, this is not your average chance-happy, rare weirdo album either... I doubt this thing could be imitated at all, not even by its autor (but then again, why would he want to do a thing like that?). Which goes to show, sometimes an outlandish sequence of wrongs can make an unique RIGHT, right?" (Review by Eduardo Padilla)
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