The thing I didn’t expect from Harry Cloud is being so flexible in respect to forms of self-expression. It’s probably the first thing you should know before listening to “The Pig And The Machine” – nothing is obvious. Even though some things would seem obvious to you like the introduction to the opening “Fantasia”, it doesn’t mean that Cloud would keep on going through the same paths. He needs just a few seconds to transform himself into the ghost of Tom Waits badtriping in Lynch’s Red Room. And then change the background. You’d hear the tonalities of rebellious youth in his vocals through “Momo Island” and “School”. Harry Cloud is a good actor. He could make you think that he’s a lonely teenager or a tough-tattooed guy singing in front of dozens of fans singing his live-track “Brain” while his vocal chords are bleeding. Or sludge-kind-of-guy writing hard riffs and singing through distorted microphone about sweet dreams. That’s probably the best thing about “The Pig Machine” – his artistic volatility makes Cloud a very special artist. He’s like a new character in the same old Red Room a man with hundreds and thousands of faces.

-Danil VOLOHOV