The bewildering, yet cutting hints of Japanese psychedelic/prog-rock band Sundays and Cybele, are in full constrain for their new full-length album Chaos and Systems due out on February 24th. This is the first album they will releasing through the Brooklyn-based label, Beyond Beyond is Beyond. Their past material was released under Japanese label Gurguru Brai. Members from the band include: Kazuo Tsubouchi, Yoshinao Uchida, Shota Mizuno, and Shotaro Aoki, all initially from Japan. Not out of void, but rather out of Tokyo, Sundays and Cybele have made “Chaos and Systems,” the hugely overpowering new album that could well fill in as the band's statement of purpose. After (boisterously) announcing their aims on 2015's ear-popping “Heaven,” the underlying impression of “Chaos and Systems” persuades that the frameworks have territory over the chaos. The basic title track starts the album as a bit of post-motorik flawlessness, so unpretentious and symmetrical as to sound injury by ace clockmakers. In any case, Sundays and Cybele, similar to all great lysergic psychedelicists, exist to a great extent outside of the limits of time, and it doesn't take much sooner than the tumult rises, an opened up cure to what the frameworks set out form. In the hands of Sundays and Cybele, the mayhem is no danger, yet rather a fundamental partner to the band's monstrous sonic structures. One without the other could be dull and unsuitable; all through "Chaos and Systems," Sundays and Cybele reject being characterized by either. When the vocal cover breaks and the band flies over the top into the about ten-minute time-twist of "Butterfly's Dream," plainly the band's creation is moving and breathing all alone terms. Undermining? Just in the way that the melody toys with being assembled totally on a solitary string-bowing impact, a clarion call from a crypto-"Caravanserai"- esque animal – yet one that contains apparently unlimited measurements of decibels and profundity. Illuminating? Just in the way that Sundays and Cybele can be. “Tell Me the Name of that Flower” presents itself as to a greater extent a grand demand than an overbearing interest, additional proof of an album in full blossom, here with a practically psychotic Donovan bid to the transaction of bedlam (the never-as well far away electric guitar mantras) and frameworks (flawlessly perfumed peaceful psych from Japan, anybody?). "Brujo" is the cheery interest bouche of the collection, captivating in its reverberating request, while filling in as a commendable prelude to the collection's end contention, "Heaven Come," thirteen-minutes in addition to of idyllically masterminded corrosive shake that undermines to flabbergast audience members, headbands doused in sweat, mumbling, “Milton never sounded quite like this.” “Chaos and Systems” offers not a decision, but rather a presentation: you can't have one without the other. Enriched with both, the infinite animal made by Sundays and Cybele has become animated.
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