These
may very well be the only words I ever write about Cibo Matto, so I am being
certain to make them count. When I was much younger than I am now, before
I began writing about music maybe even, I heard about this band called Cibo
Matto. No one knew what to make of
them. They were pop rock, but had
elements of punk and other just odd styles put together unlike anything that
had ever been heard before.
To
say that Cibo Matto is influential is an understatement. There
likely exists a piece of Cibo Matto in all music that is good and came after
them, and that isn’t just restricted to the Ladytron and Deerhoof but it goes
down deeper into bands you probably don’t even think about them having an influence
on.
Cibo
Matto does not need me to tell you how great this album or any of their other
music is. Cibo Matto does not need me
to review or write in any capacity about any future releases they may
consider. Cibo Matto is their own press
machine. It’s not that they’re popular
in the conventional sense, like a household name, but they find a way to get
their music heard no matter what. And it
should be heard.
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