Buh Records y FuzzPass Presentan
MUERAN HUMANOS EN LIMA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITw5N0a2Q08&t=1868s
Invitados:
Varsovia
Liquidarlo Celuloide
Viernes 24 de Febrero
9PM (Hora Exacta)
Nebula Club (Gonzales Prada 194 - Miraflores)
50 soles (Primera Preventa, hasta 15 febrero, stock limitado)
65 soles (hasta el 24 de febrero)
80 soles (Día del concierto )
Tickets a través de FuzzPass
https://www.fuzzpass.com/eventos/mueran-humanos-en-lima/
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Brandon Stousy. Stereogum
"A dark, danceable blend of krautrock, noise, punk, electronica, industrial, and lyrics sung in Spanish, who anyway maintain a definite atmosphere"
John Robb, Louder Than War
"They never let the scowl down, they remain haughty, dark and imperial. Their songs are captivating, haunting and beautifully strange. Mueran Humanos are like nothing else. There is that sort of industrial edge freakiness but also there is that weirdly commercial edge to what they do, that sort of thing that the early
Soft Cell had, that idea of walking on the dark side but somehow being able to translate it subverisly into the mainstream."
Altered Zones
Their heavily melodic, layered approach it’s strongly reminiscent of early industrial. A singular, throbbing pulse supports an ever-growing canopy of synths, while the crisp drums faithfully hammer out hypnotic beats."
Doug Mosurock. Dusted Magazine
"Even the most jaded electro fans will likely be surprised at the level of craft and creeping filth seeping out from around the edges. Turn it on, and let it turn you on. That unexpected orgy with your closest friends is right around the corner. 2011 will be very hard pressed to repeat this kind of quality in electronic-based music."
The Agit Reader
A unique —and entirely foreign—experience. "A band that coos like a magnetic tango in the night. Get lost in the cyclical grooves that stem from an almost telepathic connection
between the couple. Half assembly-line robotics, half fleshy yearning and emotional heft. For each moment of brooding psych noise and extended measures, there’s a
claustrophobic dancefloor smugness proving the underground clubs of Berlin have rubbed
them the right way."
