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So what we've got here on Kingdom are eight tracks of punchy, tribal noise that one could probably dance to if so inclined. The aesthetic veers toward locals Tussle, only way weirder and louder. While there's an improv element to Kingdom, these are definitely compositions, albeit ones jam-packed with sonic surrealism. The disc has deservedly received praise from far-flung corners of the globe, and I'd be willing to wager that this stuff packs a wallop live.