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The mangabros present gushes of a truly warped, sinuous fusion of beats n bass, (bad) acid and psych-prog/electronica/sampladelia; the bones of Burroughs and Rhinehart ground up and snorted; these are songs, but not as we know them. Here we have twisted tales of inherently evil guitars, cognitive unborn foetuses with the ability to dream and the lonesome deaths of Johnny Weissmuller and 50s Superman, George Reeves. Since their emergence from the ashes of Boolean Matrix in Late 98, mangabros have played a string of rare gigs and festivals around Europe to puzzled but enthusiastic crowds. Their approach to performance verges on theatre, playing in absolute darkness or by the glow of twin burning Technics 1200s or against the backdrop of their controversy-courting dice and anatomical video installations. And their act treats us to such indulgences as the ritual burning of Sir Cliff effigies, dwarves on spacehoppers, shop dummy dismemberment and dancing PVC-clad gimps. You have been warned. Hailed by Bill Nelson as "brave and uncompromising", and described by Grandaddy's Jim Fairchild as "really good shit that brings back fond memories of places I've never been, which is something interesting music always should do" ...the mangabros have cropped up on various media sources, BBCi, Bizarre magazine, Eerie Power e-Zine ("real innovation…Magnificent…dark and mesmeric…music beamed from the bowels of Mars…"), Melody Maker, OutPost, NME, Wire, DJ ("one of (UK’s) finest exponents of