It’s creepy, I get it. And I live on a retention pond, so I get to see actual duck sex more often than I’d
like. But thinking about a duck on the phone quacking away all sexy like while
another duck on the other end of the line rubs one out with a wing or whatever
gets the ick up in me. It’s just not something I want to think about. The
obvious pre-doing-it ducks on the cartoon-strip cover don’t help.
J.G.D. Azzopardi doesn’t give a shit what I think. The Shack in the
Barley honcho has decided that no matter what the taboo is, he’s going to break
it, and damn my aversion to anatine coitus! On Phone Sex for Ducks, Azzopardi ratchets up the atmosphere, shoving
dense noise collage after dense noise collage (four of them!) through my tape
deck until I’m squirming on the floor in anguish. On the title track itself,
telephone rings smoosh up against audible tension in a Twin Peaks–esque
nightmare of wondering if and when the duck will actually answer. The phone
continues to ring!
And Phone Sex for Ducks plows
down its tense path until resolving itself somewhat with “Cemetery Improv –
Sarah’s Grave,” which features some of what I can only refer to as “playful
noise” – whatever that even means. It’s an odd, fitting end to this tape,
leaving you skipping off into whatever it is you skip off into after whatever
it is Phone Sex for Ducks is ends. That is
until the skies darken and the aliens come and steal you away. Honestly, talk
about a buzz-harsher.
Despite my feelings on the whole subject, this is riveting stuff.
https://shackinthebarleyproductions.bandcamp.com/
https://moonmystmusic.bandcamp.com/
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