Good, a band I can actually Google. Better, a band with a sense of unfettered urgency rarely heard in 2010. Ladies and germs, Tjutjuna. Take notes.

The real Tjutjuna is a mean motherfucker who supposedly resides in Siberia and may or may not be the missing link. Raskolnikov didn’t say either way. The other Tjutjuna is a collective of equally bad dudes who come to us, geographically speaking, from “Denverwood” of the “Denvershire,” where the air is thinner, the baseball club demonstrates varying levels of prowess, and the beer is yellow and fizzy. Musically speaking, Tjutjuna come to us from the nougat interior between Neu, Acid Mothers Temple, Mogwai, and Holy Fuck. Motorik for the fist-pumpin’ crew… it looks like the punks have rediscovered acid.

Drones of similar timbre wail underneath the entire seven-song spazz prog trip that comprises their eponymous debut (replete with artwork that rivals Paper Rad). Don’t be misled, though. There’s nothing particularly ambient about this instrumental jam hive. Tjutjuna comes out swinging with a mean sonic left hook that’ll appease the hardcore thrashers as much as the bongrippers, meshing beautifully and craftily into the epic 9-minute “Rise # Set.” Brutal intensity that doesn’t climax or explode as much as it hypnotizes. Chill that ass out with the Eno-ready, by-the-sea reflections on the paradoxically titled (see above) “Fist” before the cavernous and rhythmically precise “Tobermorey” force feeds laxatives to your temporal lobes. Album closer “Tatanka Spirit” demonstrates that the tenets of post rock are not only alive and well in 2010, but can still be reinterpreted for fresh sounds.

Waking Life never established whether you can slam dance in your dreams. Tjutjuna presume you definitely can. I recommend the shit out of them. Tjutjuna is available now in 12″ format from Fire Talk. Proceed with caution – it has teeth.

MP3 :::
Tjutjuna – Rise # Set