by Shaun Brady
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rock/experimental
"Space Rock" conjures images of knob-twiddling excesses — long, amorphous drones punctuated by the occasional blip and bleep, a Pink Floyd (Syd years, natch) beat sometime rising from the haze. And, well, that isn't too unfair a description of Radio Massacre International. But compared to so many of their peers, who are merely the musical equivalent of stoners lying on the hoods of their cars, staring in dumbstruck awe at the vastness of it all, the British trio play with the precision and intellect of astrophysicists. Spacy they may be, but they sound more often than not like some transmission beamed from what Sun Ra used to call "somewhere there."


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