Black Series 29 - Ed. of 400 numbered copies. Available Oct. 15, 2007. Now all that is needed is for Dario Argento to step in and make a movie around this album. At last, Rock In Opposition enters the 21st century, cuz FUCK POST ROCK! But even though Un Festin Sagital’s name may be RIO, they are not dancing on the sand. Like little Chilean goblins, UFS pilot their fractured UFO into the cobwebbed corners of the collective head heritage. They prefer to keep to themselves inside the darkness on the edge of town, with their oddly timed opuses flickering like a forest of ill begotten faeries waiting to capture anything that strays off the path. Their skittering, rhythmic angina pays skewed homage to immortal RIO titans like Hellebore and Samla Mammas Manna, but tends to spew forth with even darker hues, like those splattered by Univers Zero, Art Zoyd and Legendary Pink Dots. UFS’s dedication to experimentation and noise in between precision timed progressive coughs could almost cast them into the same fiery pit currently occupied by many modern black and doom metal daemons. A stalwart avoidance of jazz idioms further cements their psychedelic kick into the cosmic eye and could sort of brand them as RIOORIO (Rock In Opposition Of Rock In Opposition). Whatever bullshit genre classification best suits them, like a mighty horse they rock the fat ass!