Tracklist:

1. Burn From Inside
2. A Cage Full Of Sins
3. Can’t Be Done
4. Before You Leave
5. A Symmetry of Faith
6. Son Of Myself
7. Carry On

How does one approach the morning after a party for the end of the world? This is a question which Mamuthones had to ask themselves, in the wake of their last album for Rocket, 2018’s Fear On The Corner. Nonetheless, from the aftermath of this uncertain period has risen the still more flourishing realm of From Word To Flesh – a colourful and multi-faceted creation very much befitting the outsider spirit of Rocket’s new Black Hole imprint. I believe that with this album a circle has been closed reflects Mamuthones mainman Alessio Gastaldello. We returned to the atmosphere of the first Mamuthones albums with the skills acquired throughout the journey, with new sounds and with new creative processes. I would say that what remains constant and at the core of our music is the obsessive rhythms and the search for a sonic rituality: this is for certain our trademark. This is clear right from the curtain raiser ‘Burn From Inside’, which beams the emotive approach of the band through the shamanic prism of Coil’s Ape Of Naples. From there, hypnotic repetition marries to abstract abrasion and mournful laments with equal finesse, as redolent of the spiritual zest of Popol Vuh and Ash Ra Tempel as the gnostic folk of Six Organs Of Admittance. Elsewhere, ‘A Symmetry Of Faith’ summons a union of post-punk and psychically charged folk aligned with the recent work of Bristol’s Beak. The Sardinian ritual of the Mamuthones in which sinister masked figures weighed down with cattle bells conduct a ceremonial procession to ward off evil forces – has gone on for some two thousand years, and it may be that these ghoulish avatars are engaged in a celebration of the endless cycles of death and rebirth, fortifying spirits for a new epoch. Amidst the chaos and tumult of the 2020s, the band of this name has undergone just such a change themselves, and From Word To Flesh is the fruit of their struggle. As Alessio says With this album I think the Mamuthones have never been so unmediated, so naked: all masks gone.