Jacques Cousteau, from Mexico, is difficult to describe: one part jazz, one part Palatka, another part noise. Because most songs clock in around forty seconds, the entire cassette is roughly thirteen minutes long and a brief brain-scraping experience. The guitar and bass are spasmodic, the drums attempt to find rhythmic logic to the fits and starts, and the vocalist intermittently shrieks over the chaos. This is the soundtrack to a nightmare where I’m being chased. Lucky for me, I appreciate music that inspires hellish visions.
–Sean Arenas (Etnospine Noise, ethospine.com / Mula Terca / Sin Retorno / Marginal)