Kinski is a wet dream for space-rock and psych-garage aficionados. When it comes to its namesake, the primarily instrumental Seattle quartet is about 75 percent Klaus and 25 percent Nastassja. Intense, explosive, and menacing when the rough-and-tumble guitar tempests strike, the band is equally capable of creating absolutely ethereal, restrained beauty. Occasionally both elements are featured in the same song, although Kinski's down with the epic dynamics for just three of the nine tunes (including nine-minute closer "Silent Biker Type") on Down Below It's Chaos.
Instead, brevity and approachability rule here. Most of the songs stay true to their initial constructs as either seedy, roiling rockers ("Punching Goodbye Out Front," "Child Had to Catch a Train") or cosmic head trips (the smoldering "Argentina Turner," with its Wish You Were Here-era Floydian organ). Kinski leader Chris Martin lends his laconic drawl to a couple of tracks, but it's a soft delivery that never draws your attention away from the fervid guitars and alluring textures that make Chaos a keeper.