I’ve had some intensely fierce debates on the
merits of the television program “The Big Bang Theory,” which have mostly
devolved into shouting matches with me on one side hollering about how stupid
and annoying it is and my brother-in-law (with whom I mostly have these
debates) hollering back about how he loves it because the characters in the
show remind him of people he knows or has known.
I’ve got some advice: maybe find new friends?
Because the “Big Bang Theory” characters suck.
Truth be told, I’ve only sat through about five
minutes of an episode before heaving a chair through the television. But
there’s some good news today for all of the objects in this room that are at
hand, because I won’t be heaving any of them through my tape deck.
Mainly it’s because I can sit through more than
five minutes of “Big BANG! Theory,” which is fortunate because I’ve got
seventy-five minutes beyond that with this two-volume cassette. I hesitate to
call it a double, although it sort of is, because parts one and two have
distinct artwork and are actually sold separately from Hausu Mountain. Still,
this is probably twice the Bang! Bros. action you were expecting today.
The duo of Arkm Foam and Mark Johnson is in
fine form throughout, if by fine form you understand it to mean the sound
equivalent of two grown men flailing around with their instruments and
recording the chaos that ensues. Not something you don’t expect, necessarily,
from Bang! Bros., but notable nonetheless. They’re joined throughout
ex-Guerilla Toss-er Andy Allen on saxophone, and together the threesome invoke
the onomatopoeic reference of the title in careening headfirst through brick
walls of improvisational madness. Over the four lengthy sides, Bang! Bros.+
explore the outer reaches of their instrumentation (Foam and Johnson do live
drum machines and electronics), venturing way outside of the comfort zone of
the average jerk who subscribes to the half-baked, lowest-common-denominator
jokes of Sheldon and co.
Seriously, “Big Bang Theory” fans would shit
their pants listening to “Big BANG! Theory.” Take it from me, I almost did
myself.
The violence imposed upon these instruments is
tactile and immediate, and it holds up for a very long time, eighty minutes to
be precise. I hope you have eighty minutes to devote to Bang! Bros. Just …
don’t google them at work. I learned that the, ahem, hard way.
P.S.: That's the volume one cover up there, because I like it.
--Ryan
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