The tension palpable, there’s an urgency and a fracturing persona present here tightly coiling itself around you, its magnetic influence growing ever more in reach and precision applying pressure all the time shrouding you in its heaving dark hearted cloak. What first appears finessed in an icily buzz sawed minimalist electro disquiet soon assumes a discordant definition and density as it rapidly sheds its skin to evolve into a surging rush to the senses, the sounds appearing to come at you from all directions, here an unravelling of confusion, collapse and chaos takes free reign as the simmering white-hot tension twists and snakes into life to forcefully drag you into the eye of its frenzied black hole core, the effect is a kick to the head at once brutal and seismic. This is Thot. This is ‘odra’.
the sunday experience 