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With "II", Yuko Araki delivers an album of multifaceted noise fused synthscapes mixing pulsating rhythmic sound frequencies and powerful synthetic sonic layers.

Her exceptional sensibility in processing extremely heavy and dense sounds makes the result sounding like nothing else you heard before: a thousand leaves oscillation sound at the same time rooted in Japanese noise but also totally different.

Intergalactic noisescapes.

"II is made up of five incredible tracks that create an intense soundscape. It's a great synaptic ride" - Echoes and Dust

"The thing that struck me the most about Yuko Araki's work on II was how ambient textures are featured as prominently as the more extreme noise elements. Its hypnotic and mysterious vibe makes the album more approachable than many Japanoise albums whose sole purpose seems to be eardrum abuse" - Scene Point Blank

"A maximalism cathedral, ruled by a noise priestess" - Zero


Influenced by the musician troublesome existence, the four pieces of this Mother’s album are part of a very specific mood that frame it in a well-defined territory.

Recorded live at home, Mother uses field recordings and whatever he can find (guitar, organ, improvised objects as percussion) to express a personal urgency that conveys a feeling of claustrophobic stasis that persists even if continuously broken into.
For this no titled album, Mother physically rumples the tape to get a stretched and slowed down voice transforming his songs into an unrelenting and perverted trip hip hop noise outcome, where unintelligible lyrics mingle with twisted beats. A deep sweet and sour darkness in form of perverted songs as if in a collaboration between William Burroughs and Martin Rev that leave the listener with the feeling of floundering in the mud but still floating.

This album is a goodbye before a metamorphosis/exile. A sort of exorcism, an offering to the winner and to the defeated, prelude and prologue at the same time.

"What matters in the end is that Mother reminds us that in spite of all the gentrification attempts, the polishing and the attention to the urban renewal, the dark, esoteric and post industrial soul of Turin is always there, ready to be sung about by whoever is capable of consorting with it" - Sodapop

"This is not an album that relies on combative intrusion but rather abstract introspection. Mother finds a very dark place where he can buikd his nest... making this debut an overall horryfying experience" - Invisible Oranges

"Mother conveys a sense of claustrophobic stasis... and yet the always slightly chaotic and dadaistic sound material is often entertaining and surprisingly colorful" - African Paper