Čekaonica Za Pakao by Radost!: A Wild Ride Through Krautrock Chaos
Alright, buckle up. This ain’t your grandma’s rock album—Čekaonica Za Pakao is a raw, unfiltered punch to the gut from Croatian weirdos Radost!. Released in 2020 under their own self-released label (because who needs gatekeepers?), this thing bleeds Krautrock vibes but with an experimental edge that feels like someone threw paint at the wall and it just stuck. And holy crap, does it work.
First off, let’s talk about “Križ.” It kicks off like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. The guitar riffs are jagged as hell, looping around until they feel like they’re drilling into your skull—and honestly? That’s why I love it. There’s no holding back here; Radost! don’t care if you’re comfortable. They want you uneasy, on edge, wondering what the fuck comes next. By the time the vocals kick in, distorted and snarling, you’re already too deep to escape. This track sticks with me because it doesn’t just play—it attacks. No chill, all thrill.
Then there’s “Dijete,” which flips the script hard. If “Križ” is chaos, this one’s like staring into a void while the void stares back. Slower, darker, heavier—it builds tension like nobody’s business. The bassline throbs so low you might feel it in your chest if your speakers are decent enough. Around halfway through, everything explodes into this cacophony of noise that sounds like machinery breaking down mid-apocalypse. You won’t forget it anytime soon. Trust me.
Other tracks like “Mržnja” and “Čekaonica” keep the energy going, veering between brooding atmospheres and explosive freakouts. Honestly, it’s kinda exhausting—but in the best way possible. Lacquer Cut By - SG deserves props for making sure this sonic mess somehow sounds clean without losing its grit.
Now here’s the kicker: listening to Čekaonica Za Pakao feels less like enjoying music and more like surviving some bizarre ritual. It’s messy, abrasive, and occasionally pretentious—but damn if it doesn’t leave a mark. These guys aren’t trying to please anyone, and maybe that’s why they nail it so hard.
Oh, and fun fact—Radost means “joy” in Croatian. Yeah, right. Joy my ass. This album’s more like joy’s pissed-off cousin who smokes clove cigarettes and reads Nietzsche in the corner. Go figure.
So yeah, give it a spin—if you’ve got the guts.
