Charging out of a supersonic maelstrom, Maruosa performances are of a violence worthy of fifteenth century Italian frescoes. Alone on stage, this man gives off an energy more or less equivalent to that of an entire death metal band put through a hardcore grinder. With cries from beyond the tomb and a whirlwind of hair that would delight shampoo sellers the world over, Maruosa shows that musical ultra-violence isn't necessarily synonymous with disgust and destruction.
