Run, don’t walk, from Bazurka!
Grotesque and garish, and bubbling with raw Balkan gypsy acoustic funk, this foul six-headed beast has emerged from its primordial sludge to bring you the music of its motherland before it returns to the depths from whence it came.
Jake Baxendale: Blood-curdling screeches
Tristan Carter: Nails, chalkboard
Michael Costeloe: Ear-splitting howls
Justin Firefly: The devil’s instrument
Andrew Laking: Roots and fifths
Thomas Friggens: Cracks and crashes