Between the unrelenting and relentless shrieking of the mouth man and the restless nomadic hand-toes of the piano man, your ears are in for something akin to the most irritating carnival ever—one featuring stuff like: the Biting Zoo, the Eczema Wheel, Eardrum Tattoos, the Portable Toilet where when a guy hits the round circle outside with a baseball you get dumped in the Turd Soup, everyone there is four years old, and vegan corn dogs. That, or some fucked up version of the “Flash Gordon” soundtrack. They call it the “Revolutionary Politics of Dance” (and a bunch of even more pretentious shit on the PR sheet), but I’m calling it “Spastic Art Rock”. I will say that there’s more actual rock on this one than on the other one I heard, but unfortunately it comes in tiny chunks only every few minutes or so, so no real momentum ever develops.
–doug (Ace Fu)