Worsa is distorted, crooked, heavy, and crass. It seems an entangled mess of rough outlines by afar, but is strikingly complex from up close. Works with an unusual experiment on tuning and timbre. Their cunning peculiarity is also rooted on dissonance, compound rhythms and ever-changing tempos. Everything, of course, apart from one tiny factor: the endless atmosphere of flagrant surreality. ... more