“Brazilian band Gattopardo´s debut album feature a sound that looks sweet, tense and haggard at equal parts, echoing the soul of Rikk Agnew during his tenure at Christian Death or Musta Paraati. This yields a motley assortment of damaged songs without sharp edges that would collapse when rubbed against the urban landscape of Sao Paulo, Brazil. 

No-bullshit post-punk is their thing, as if The Cure of Seventeen Seconds era were stabbed to death by Part 1, A Touch of Histeria and other militants that opted for the most nihilist option of anarchopunk.” Elvis Von Doom