King Buffalo - Repeater


The Repeater EP is the second album from King Buffalo. Still trippy and spacious, the groove for the title track is much lighter than anything on Orion, until about the 8 minute mark when the riff turns brain pulverising and the universe explodes. Lyrically, it's a meditation on this adventure life where every day is the same. 

Too Little Too Late cranks up the doom to 11 as the experimental electronic noisescape writhes around you exactly like the cover art implied it would. More than anything, King Buffalo excels at putting tiny little you inside an incomprehensibly vast and complicated almost magical space, and Centurion is no different as you can't help but imagine yourself dig through the sand until your hands are raw and bleeding after the legion you commanded abandoned you in the desert. Or maybe you're the only survivor of the battle, scrambling to get back to civilization. Regardless, tomorrow will be no different and the grind will keep repeating. 

3 tracks, all they need, a complete and coherent EP that will bang your head for you whether you're ready or not. Superb.

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