I can't help but wonder if the band's puntastic semi-spoonerised name isn't in part a referential homage to the original freakout band, Gong, because this is pretty crazy, trippy stuff. The first track, 'Baozoo Khen' sounds like some kind of meditative incantation, only pitch-shifted or infused with helium. And it goes on for nine bloody minutes.
'Voices' takes an extensive collection of field recordings as its starting point, and then takes those recordings to some very strange places. Mexican ramblings in gnome-like tones meander over a softly plucked acoustic guitar, as do cries, whoops and jeers. Half carnival, half mescal nightmare…. And it's never-ending. A bass rumbles and rattles in the background beneath the chanting and the cacophony on 'Sixian Miao Choir', and while it's novel, 40 minutes of it is a bit much and the novelty certainly wears off long before the end.
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