Deep black, ghostly glimmers of an old car blending into the asphalt: the cover of Never Ending Rodeo sets the tone. This is not a simple nighttime ride, but a controlled skid across the borders of Post-Rock, Noise, and Psych. The engine is hot, the ground shakes, the white lines blur. Six years after the release of Ain’t That Mayhem, the Lyon band returns with a dense, hazy record. Never Ending Rodeo: a deceptively fun title, almost cartoonish for such an intense album. As if, after circling around dust, bucking, and stampedes, Zëro had finally traced its own orbit. Unstable, inevitably. But magnetic.