You puking frog person, this is what you deserve. Baby Birds Don’t Drink Milk dude Drew Gibson and other dude Dan Goldberg rip holes in dimensions with their self-titled foray as Katrina Stoneheart and the Spookfish, a name made up of two goddamn unnatural things. The tape is forty-five minutes of bedroom electronic ambience as thick as slabs of beef. Beef slabs thick enough for the tiger adorning the painting on the front of the j-card. It would rip right into those things, just like Gibson and Goldberg rip into whatever rigs they happen to be perched behind on this recording. You puking frog person, get a grip! The drones and tones waver and interact, like multiple radio signals from space getting picked up at once on a high-tech piece of government equipment, forming strange harmonic interactions to the bafflement of scientists. The sounds elicit a physical reaction: disorientation, nausea, or sheer joy, depending on how you’ve managed to tune the internal components of your ears over the years. As if you had the biostructural know-how to do something like that! Besides, “ears” rhymes with “years,” and don’t think KS and the Spookfish didn’t notice that little detail. They’ve probably holed up already in a studio, or an apartment, or a studio apartment, or a basement, or your living room to record the follow-up to this bad boy, so intrigued are they by the current happenings of this review. That’s right puking frog person – the sounds of their next record are coming from INSIDE your house! So is this phone call.
Rok Lok Records
Katrina Stoneheart
--Ryan Masteller
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