Patrick Belaga - Blutt

Patrick Belaga - BluttConceived at the heel of Italy's boot shaped peninsula in Apulia, Patrick Belaga's Blutt makes music for the unruly imagination. The title is an old German word for 'naked', 'bare', but it can also mean 'blood' when spelt blut. Take away another letter and it makes 'butt'. None of these definitions and adaptations were what prompted the classically trained composer and cellist to name his second album with a word simulating the sound of a punctured

Mahjongg are the perfect combination of the two: whack like Jekyll

Over the years PURPENDICULAR worked with great musicians

Wray's mother

making it a highly sought-after collector’s item

with recording primarily happening in 2017

Now residing in London

I lay the angel on the wooden pyre / before taking one last Tate of heaven" feels as heavy as the blackened guitar riff refraining throughout the song

Nerves are one hell of a tool

in that smoky

guitars and out-of-tune ah-ah-ahs he didn't recall recording

a chiseled soundscape of dive bombing bass

Rocking riffs harken back to the primitive sounds of the 80's