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So you thought Pakistan was full of big-bearded men humping their twenty something veiled wives while US drones hover above and Usama Bin Laden jacks off to all the destruction, right? Well, if you thought that you need to have your brain examined. You need to have one of them suicide bombers shoved into your ear so that your brain explodes the same way the crowd does every time Lamb of God plays 'Black Label' and so that the only thing left are little chunks of meat burnt to a crisp, similar to your average Slayer album cover. But that little explosion in your brain, the explosion that will suspend all bodily functions and cause an internal death as quickly as an external fry-age, will not be without style and a certain amount of flair. The blastwaves inside will carve you up nice and quick like a twin guitar melody Ala Iron Maiden, clearing paths with a combination of brutality and subtlety under a layer of dark nihilism that would make the boys at Opeth proud. And all of this will be spiced up by funky bass-lines that will rattle your bones, bluesy rhythms that will unlock those well hidden nightmares in your head, and tripped out jazzy smoothness to give a little sophisticated flair to the otherwise barbaric act. What the hell am I talking about? Takatak, people. Taka fucking Tak. Takatak β the name sums them up quite nicely, doesn't it? Formed through the LACAS music society, all the members of the band had a similar taste in music and guess what happens when people wit