The Iberian trio of Fages, Barberan and Costa Monteiro have been working together in Barcelona for long enough now to have developed a distinct language of tension, scraped metallic dynamics and a rough, textural abrasiveness. A trio with a great, off-kilter and unexpected instrumentation (there can’t be many acoustic turntable/ engines, trumpet and accordion trios kicking about Barcelona – although it’s a while since I’ve been there) they build long-form rattling and quietly detailed pieces that clatter and rumble, that expand and contract with the tension and release of deeply held breath. And there’s something like grit in your washing machine, or an oddly metallic mortar and pestle kind of texture going on too, maybe Magnesium in water.