Citrus Citrus

There is no single path through the sonic belly of Citrus Citrus — only spirals, reflections, routes that intertwine and dissolve. With In The Belly of the Eternal Draw, out on November 14 via Bronson Recordings, the Padua-based psychedelic ensemble opens a new chapter in its research, turning improvisation into language and listening into a collective experience.

Where the debut revolved around metamorphosis, this second album is a kaleidoscope that rejects linearity and embraces complexity. Eight tracks born from long improvisational sessions, from moments of shared exploration rather than individual statements.
“No one comes in with a song already finished,” the band explain. “The goal is to let something living emerge, together, in the room.”

The result is an album that pulses with life and tension, shaped in the natural surroundings of Montello, at Matt Bordin’s studio, where Citrus Citrus completely isolated themselves to record, immersing into the sound of their instruments and the silence of the woods.
Structures emerge from fragments of jams, like maps first sketched in pencil and only later traced in ink, once the voice finds its place.

From the vertiginous opening of “Eternal Draw,” which immediately ushers in a cathartic descent into anxiety and suspension, the album unfolds along unpredictable trajectories: “Let Me Churn,” the lead single, moves through territories of hypnotic funk and emotional crescendos, while “Sushi Sushi” strikes a dialogue between the dry neo-psychedelia of the Paisley Underground and the circular structures of krautrock.
The album closes with “Asterione,” eight minutes of ritualistic explosion — almost a collective exorcism that releases all the accumulated tension.

Pur attraversando territori che evocano il jazz-rock giapponese degli anni ’70, la kosmische musik tedesca e certi slanci psichedelici di matrice europea, i Citrus Citrus non si limitano a raccogliere influenze. Le assorbono, le deformano e le restituiscono come materia viva. Il loro è un suono che muta costantemente stato, a tratti liquido, a tratti pulsante, come luce riflessa su un vetro colorato.

In The Belly of the Eternal Draw is an album that breathes and expands, an organism pulsing within its own motion. It offers no answers but multiplies the questions, building a world where fiction is not falsehood but freedom, and where truth is always in flux. Like in Borges’ dreams, like in a cinema of repetition and disappearance, the record is shaped by shadows and echoes: themes return, mutate, vanish; truths contradict one another — and yet, somehow, you believe them all.

With this work, Citrus Citrus carve out their place in the new Italian psych scene, capable of merging collective energy with reflection, groove with contemplation, in a journey that crosses eras and latitudes only to find itself, in the end, at the center of an eternal call.