Juicily lyrical yet subtly askew, the sound of Japan's avant fusion unit Il Berlione shares a strong rapport with the giddy Big-Swifty-Meets-St.-Alfonso post-Zappa antics of their contemporaries in Tipographica, though Il Berlione's origami-like structures are less maniacally twisty-turny as an end in itself than Tipographica and sometimes reach for fruitily lurid themes or ride the edge of fusionoid flash in a way that can cause nervous sideways glances, though even then, it's always against an undertow of structural peculiarity or manages to rapidly reconfigure its component parts into a spaghetti tangle of quirky inversions.
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