Not to be confused by the 666 death metal bands with the
same name, this Extremophile is an improvisational group from New York that
straddles the line between quirky performance art and spazzy free jazz. The
unnamed tracks (they're actually numbered, albeit randomly) sound sorta like a
woman having a nervous breakdown while a house pet stomps all over a bunch of
musical instruments scattered on the floor. You know what that is? That's
fuckin' ART, Jack. It's as if the universe decided somebody had to be the exact
opposite of, say, Motley Crue. Just for balance. And so this tape was created.
The insert card is handwritten, the tape is hand-decorated, it comes housed in
sleeve of printed plastic. It definitely does not kick out the jams, but it's a
fun, weird, creative project nonetheless. And if you like the sound of a guy
tunelessly scraping his bow on a stand-up bass, holly smokes you're in for a
good time.
- Ken McIntyre
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