You know more from being old than from being the devil, and Krypto, in their debut Eye18, show that they understand this better than anyone. Eight tracks that remind us of a time that will never return, that wink at the past without ever sounding nostalgic, and that take the opportunity to recover all that groove that heavy music sometimes seems to have forgotten. We don’t know who had this idea, but in our view, they deserve a medal. Bringing together arguably the best and most delirious vocalist this country has ever produced (a title he has rightfully held since the mid-nineties with Zen and recently renewed in the insanity of Plus Ultra) with Greengo, probably the greatest driving force that Porto has seen emerge amidst smoke-filled rooms brimming with intent and bite.

Gon finds in Martelo’s bass and Chaka’s drums the perfect fiery carriages to launch into an endless list of diatribes about isolation, alienation, corruption, the consumerist void dazzled by technology, or corporate culture. The sound they unleash on us is brutalist and, despite occasional psychedelic touches, impossible to chain, taking us on a journey that thrives on the primitive, natural, and pure attitude of someone with the gift of leaving us in a cataleptic state. Music that demands resonance and space to be felt, that grows urgent in the coal-like spirit with which it forces us to reflect on life without rules or hypocritical responsibilities. Let us reject the idea that we must become an ideal, a devoted follower of a single way of thinking, rather than being an individual and not just part of a tribe.

"If we moved in next door to you, your lawn would die"—words from Lemmy that perfectly apply to this Eye18, an album in constant tremor, driven by an insatiable void, thirsty for survival, and with a will that leaves us dazed, gray-haired, mummified, but also in a constant euphoric alert, provoked by the sleep and dream deprivation that Krypto’s music insists on inflicting over its 23 minutes.

The album transforms into a comic book by Rui Moura, inspired by Krypto’s raw and psychedelic sound as well as their lyrics. The comic complements and explores an acidic, timeless universe, guided between rituals and the occult, transporting the psyche through infinite labyrinths.