In the harbour town of Rijeka, Croatia a small group of lovers of fast food and the local cuisine with gloomy, dark and fast tunes ringing in their ears has given birth to a surrealistic monster which they have named Hesus Attor. They have equipped it with what they have read in comic books and seen in horror movies, but above all with a classic set of instruments every metal, rock, punk, hardcore or crossover band must have. The outcome is spectacular: a mixture of parody, schizophrenia and the absurd.
Hesus Attor do not hide their influences, their metal and hard core origins, but they often look back on them through a magnifying glass of irony and satire. Nothing is sacred to them. They devour and digest everything, only to spit it out again. By disregarding tradition, using deconstruction and a dadaistic concept, Hesus Attor and their mathematically precise antimixture of musical genres have placed themselves outside of every framework. Listening to their music causes avantgard claustrophobia. They are as untameable as Mr Bungle once was and Mike Patton still is. They do not fear the comparison with the Japanese demons Boredoms and Ruins; in fact they seem to be cross-bred with them. Just like John Zorn was in Naked City's good years.