Pontiak – Comecrudos
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Whilst driving through the desert, Pontiak have summoned (or evoked) something beyond normal experience that has carried them onto a new recording known as Comecrudos…
Apparently the brothers; Van, Lain, and Jennings camped in an old volcano crater under a full moon which formed part of the inspiration for the ep. As I listen to Comecrudos for the first time at an advised LOUD volume I see a Volcano on the news in the background thunder into life once again. It forms a fitting movie for this soundtrack.
It’s as if the band members were let into some kind of dark secret that night in the desert, maybe they were, only they know, whatever happened to them I’ll bet their dreams were interesting. Perhaps they saw, thought, wished and then forgot something that has since grown within them, the unconscious thought in the symbolism of a landscape made real in these instruments, this voice.
So a drive as a moving sigil, Comecrudos as a map of three minds forever travelling though a dark Route 385, they are there now, they always will be.
The four parts of Comecrudos form the perfect introduction to the world according to Pontiak. Word is they are planning a tour for the summer, so there is the possibility of hearing these songs live, loud and raw, and with a full length album proposed early next year, there’s a lot to look forward to. Until then let this music infuse and flow through you, let them take you on a trip, this is music to travel to, whether physically or otherwise. Highly useful.
- Review by Matt Shaw for Fluid Radio
[...] Fluid Radio: “The four parts of Comecrudos form the perfect introduction to the world according to Pontiak. … It’s as if the band members were let into some kind of dark secret that night in the desert, maybe they were, only they know, whatever happened to them I’ll bet their dreams were interesting. Perhaps they saw, thought, wished and then forgot something that has since grown within them, the unconscious thought in the symbolism of a landscape made real in these instruments, this voice.” [...]