Away From Keyboard
Fuck Master All the tracks Are Un-mastered

Implant Pentru Refuz escapes the safe routine and constantly adventures beyond the comfort zone. For the past 20 years they've been broadcasting from the underground an incongruous second tone, meant to erode the omnipresent white-noise of the surface. IPR is one of the first names behind what's seen as the smart and creative reaction within Romanian music, that area of the cultural underground, of the alternate versions accompanying (like a rectifying seismic wave) the convulsions of a sickened giant social organism.
Thus IPR stops being just a "band" and becomes the expression of a certain kind of musically articulated reflection, for which their music serves as language. They aren't just the statement heralds, but painstakingly and boldly shape a manifesto of an infectious sensibility. They aren't just "hardcore", but push themselves beyond a musical style, placing themselves under the guerrilla flag, acting comittedly and subversively in those areas of the reality that have been repressed, suffocated or ignored by the public conscience. Due to addressing issues like reality's dying parts, or even its already assassinated themes, their songs behold an almost testamentary vibe.
By composing obituaries, IPR become the beholders of our losses and our wasted chances, the storytellers of the widespread public blindness. Their music's roughness does but bring to sight the unevenness and the denied wounds of our reality. And the fact that all these remain unseen and uncomprehending can only mean one thing: IPR makes braille music...

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