The Milk, the Butter and the Blood

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Try to imagine a place where the birds bark like dogs and men sweat 24hrs a day, slithering around in a frenzy like snakes with their heads cut off while the hyenas pace the periphery with terror in the eyes and a smile on the lips, encircling 3 town officials as they ready themselves for the noise.

There is no way of telling how it will begin as the entire process is done on the fly: a muted sub-sonic rumbling bass emanates from the sample station, followed perhaps by the searing brass whining of a drum stick being dragged around the mane of a cymbal whilst a feverish man stands 3 feet back of a Rhodes keyboard and sweats profusely with eyes like bags of dirty water as if waiting for his cue. Without warning he lunges at the keys like a wolverine and the engine which is ‘the Intenso band’ erupts into motion, gradually gathering momentum, then pulling back before lurching forward again toward one of several peaks where cohesion is finally consummate and another Intenso child is born like a nine pound leach on the base of the spine.

The Intenso band is an instrumental, 3 man outfit comprised of Drums, Samples and Rhodes keyboards which work together, feeding off one another and improvising along the way moving between over-driven noise scapes, scattered interludes and various other shades in between.

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released January 5, 2017

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Intenso Perth, Australia

Intenso are an award-winning, enigmatic trio from Perth, WA.

Bauhaus meets No Wave meets indie rock as these highly skilled musicians bend time signatures, rhythms and chord progressions on the fly.

Listening to Intenso is an immersive experience; a fever dream rich with a relentless cascade of colours and textures.

Intenso’s most recent EP The Stars Are Cold Toys was released in August 2018.
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Track Name: Supper with the Beast
It was December the 8th and the morale of the town-folk had hit the ground nose first. They had grown morbid and strange ever since the most recent exhibition, and whilst some had dabbled with an awkward sense of loyalty, their gestures had been pusillanimous at best. Their therapists had been wrong. The rest, on the other hand were out for plasma... they had been right. There can be no law at-all in a place where the rules are as steadfast as the ether itself and ‘the officials’ had turned away from these like a stupid whipped horse and posing for the press was out of the question, like a George Bush ad-lib at any given interval. Three poor fools flaking like dandruff.

The milk of human kindness had curdled and they fled through the lumpy swill, like a lash of bats in search of the Beast. They rapt on the roller door with a stone in the heart, each silently speculating how it was going to feel to die beneath his fists....who would man the booth?
As the roller began to respond in the fashion to which it had been designed, the bare feet of the Beast became visible. The air smelled of damp towels and asthma inhalers and all three stepped headfirst into the womb. A large ribbed condom of a man turned the rusty crank to close the roller with extraneous smoulder, before disappearing through a slight crack in the louvers of a distant window panel on the far eastern wall of the workshop. The Beast appeared not to register the absurdity of these events and continued flipping pancakes in an archaic frying pan. He wore nothing but an apron, knotted at the back with a yellow bow. He turned and seated himself at a Jarrah bench and set a high pile of pancakes upon the surface without seeming to notice the presence of the three, milling sheepishly about the entrance of his lair. The hand which held the pan was fashioned out of a combination of materials which were not entirely native to the land. He proceeded to up-end a carton of syrup which looked and smelled like scorched engine oil. The apron was embroidered with a sumptuous looking bunch of purple grapes, above this was the word- ‘electricity’. He appeared to be chock full of that.

Without warning he began to feast. To feed with the hands and the face as if no other method were available. Though the whole thing was over within moments, it was like watching a soldier remembering, in waves, his worst memories of battle; pushing them down as they came up. The three officials had never seen anybody crying and eating simultaneously and couldn’t help but wonder what dinner would look like.