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You know the feeling you get when you stand on the edge of a cliff, or take a teetering peek over the balustrades of a tall tower? Summon up that breathlessness, that weakness in the knees, relish it, and roll the acid taste of adrenalin around your tongue.
Feeling giddy? Feeling alive? If so, read on, because that’s exactly the feeling you’ll succumb to in the presence of Mama Matrix.
Guitarist and front man Daz Dolczech bellows out poetry with dark, melodic intent- fierce as a preacher, irreverent as a storm. Dark Mavis’ tuba lub dubs at the core of the music- a massive, tarnished heart pumping out a soil filled rumble, channelled from the very belly of the Earth .
At times it seems Mike Hurley’s drums and the violectra cradled by the lovely Anka J have minds of their own. Anka hurtles through feverish scales like wind whipping through the Dinaric Alps, and all the while- sinister and pervasive- Guantanamo Bay Ray, whose face you will never know, plucks life from his electric guitar strings- a man of the Apocalypse who has seen the dark side of the world, and cries out for you to share in it.
At first, as this impossibly harmonious muddle of sounds begins to issue forth from Mama Matrix, you may be transfixed, rooted to your spot. You may feel the urge to flee, but if you listen to your body, you’ll see it won’t let you. Hasn’t your heart synchronised with that rumbling lub dub? Haven’t your limbs began to spasm and jerk in time with the thunder of the drums? Aren’t you moved by Dolczech’s powerful voice, and haven’t you begun to jig about the dancefloor? Go with it, dance with Mama Matrix- this musical devil who’s wormed its way into your muscles and bones. Embrace it, enjoy it, make love to it if you will- and as you whirr around the room on tip toe and heel, and the sweating, ecstatic faces of your fellow revellers blur into the night, know that you are privileged, for this is an experience you will never forget.
To experience Mama Matrix is to stare into the mouth of a devastatingly beautiful, dangerous chasm, and those who survive cannot help but be drawn back for more.
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