Weitere Ausgaben von 54 Synth-Brass, 38 Metal Guitar, 65 Cathedral
Shit and Shine furrow brows and fry synapses in equal measure. In spite of this new opus boasting a leaner, sleeker attack than before - partly informed by the band's recent releases on Powell's Diagonal records - the same sense of gleeful perversity is abundant, and the same twisted humour ingrained in these grotesque and hypnotic grooves.
Where there is rock within §4-Synth-Brass 38 Metal Guitar 65 Cathedral', its essence is morphed and feverishly formulated into extraterrestrial aural landscapes, as on the opening »Electric Pony 2«, which lurches forth like Chrome alchemically reassembling the disembodied spirit of Marc Bolan in
ascrapyard trash compactor. Elsewhere, spectres of smooth jazz fusion lock horns with the against-the-grain approach of Aphex Twin, circular necro-Necks grooves are beset by demons.
And the abstract funk of ♀ove Your Hair-Hope You Win' locks a Larry Graham-style groove in a vortex of digital disorientation. Brandishing an intimidating psychic attack and equipped as ever with both nameless menace and savage wit, rarely has a band made sounding so wrong sound so right.
Electric Pony 2
Love Your Hair-Hope You Win!
Writing Poetry On Your Forehead With The Tip Of A Hunting Knife