[engl] Third album by Serbian garage-postpunk-noise-rock trio Repetitor offers a high-voltage wall of sound, bursts of rage, fear, violence, pain and anxiety. On one side, we have Boris psychotically grinding his guitar strings and shredding chords with a punk attitude, soon to twist them into hurricane heavy riffs. On other side, there's playful and bouncy Ana-Marija, fused with her bass guitar working on cooking a post-punk balm. All of this is glued together by the untamable beast on drums, Milena, bittery drumming away like if it's the end of time. All three perform as one – all for one and one for all. In the noisy range of their guitar-based rock echoes The Stooges, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, Dead Moon, Suicide, Bikini Kill, Swans, and more – however, Repetitor are so genuine and unique that you can describe their music just by saying »Repetitor«.

[engl] The Repetitor's fourth album find the band at its most confident, employing an even more visceral sound while at the same time showcasing their most mature and diverse songwriting so far. The trio might appear meek at first glance, but the walls of noise the ferocious female drummer and bassist create with the savage skinny frontman are so massive they could move mountains. From the opening chord on, they unleash a blistering burst of noisy garage rock and succulent stoner riffs accompanied by unhinged vocals in Serbian that grab you by the throat. You are not released up until the closing diptych, their most fragile music to date. Without pretense and chart ambitions, Repetitor are the embodiment of Iggy and the Stooges' raw power, chewing up stages and rock clichés and spitting them out as no bullshit rock’n’roll.