Yeah, you oughta be “sorta upset” already, cz this tape is now sold out
(within four months of its release), but, if Haord has any sense, they’ll be
repressing this gem PRONTO, lest Jake Tobin re-releases it, let’s say, on the
venerable Orange Milk Records, where it could oh so easily fit amongst other
seminal synth commandos. Yes, this shit is progressive and tiiiiiiiiiiiight!
So, like, I don’t say “tight” very often, lest I’m feigning obnoxiously
facetiousness ahem, but it’s very,
very, very fitting here. For real. This waaaay too short release plays like a
spastic, midi-stream-of-conscious pop-writing forum, unloading in real time,
remotely likened to a sweet spot somewhere between Fantomas and Giant
Claw/Yakuza Heart Attack!
Noisey, freakishly bastardized, proggy chord & time manipulations?
Check!
Midi-abuse & cliché v. organic, tonal blending mastery?
Double-check!
Engaging? You could listen to this for days and hear new shit each
time!
Egregious? Only archaic’ly!
Strap on some headphones and into a non-squeaky reclining device;
you’re in for a ride!
and/or
-- Jacob
An Kittenplan
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