I don’t know what the fuck it is about Ian Iachimoe that gets me going. And probably it’s some mechanical effect it has on my physical being or some deep-seated mental-emotional connection to some timing factor in my biology, in any case, I goddamn love it. In this complete connection with my lizard-brain, I don’t give a fuck if you like it too, because this kind of music is the shit I feel down in my marrow. It's as though I’m in a drum circle amongst other half-clad warriors, shouting battle cries, covered in blood, victorious. I feel instantly connected to the nature of things in all the food-chain-style brutality that one might expect of the wild. There is something so carnal about it for me, and Bateman quite likes feeling as a predator. Ian Iachimoe excites me in ways I can’t well enough describe and connects me to something as primal and essential as a heartbeat. I’m always excited to hear them play and have traveled to do such. If you’ve yet to see these South Florida babes in action, I highly recommend it. And when ya do, tell em Bateman sent ya.
Abbie Bateman 6/10/2019
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