crowned apostles of anal-core since 1995 by the english magazine melody maker following the exit of their époustouflant first album studio, sun plexus did not cease since clearing new unexplorable musical paths, where only led zeppelin dared to venture before them. arrived to france there is now ten years (because originating in cluj in romania), their social integration by the pseudo-experimental music was fulgurating. as much at ease in the performance that in the control of unexpected sound deflagrations, they catch the listener by the testicle and make him whistle the Marseillaise until exhaustion, or more frequently until he leaves the concert hall. constantly obsessed by the research of original sonorities to extirpate their instruments (traditional the guitar, bass, drums, helped of diverted tapes), their celestial search seems to be fixed only in the instantaneous ones which represent their disc-concept, objects of several exposures and debates beyond the rhine. where other groups of a close mobility blew or broke the teeth, sun plexus unrelentingly continues to dig its furrow to the ground water, for nothing. unforeseeable, ugly and idiots, here are what one can mainly retain of their ten years of existence. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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