Osilasi (Saturday, 8pm)
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They are two + a jungle of multi-sonorous instruments. There are comings and goings of tribal rhythms and electronic oscillations; percussions over amplified harp and arid screams that bounce off the stretched skins of the toms of the drums and other tinkered cymbals. It makes one want to run naked at 4 in the morning, to make some rounds while screaming one’s hatred for humankind who breaks everything it touches; it gives the sensation of being an Egyptian pluvian in the mouth of a crocodile of the Nile.