From the depths of Zeuhl, Jazz, Progressive
and Canterbury rock, Cos emerges and enchants with a hypnotic and cryptic
language that asks to be deciphered, leaving the listener momentarily stranded,
somewhere between Boma and Bomma, much like an opium smoker or the hippos on
the river Boma, or both… Unique and truly Belgian, with a touch of defiant
humour, yet with uncanny finesse, Cos rightfully delivers the word, often with
no words at all, through a rich texture of pulsating and elastic bass lines,
magical farsifa organ, intricate drums and percussion and the ever-present
blistering duality of Shell and Son. Son who almost entirely discards language,
using her voice much as a new instrument. Schell who reinvents language in his
subtle punctuated guitar phrasing. With this album, we are given hints of
something that parallels the creation of a new world. We are passengers of a
ship that is heading to uncharted terrain, a place that belongs to Cos and to
Cos alone, a place that feels like outer space, yet familiar and even
comforting. A place from which one never returns as the same person.

Review made by Antonio Barreiros/2013

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