Rata kinda takes the “throw spaghetti at the wall” approach here, with alternating doses of lo-fi garage, punk, psychedelic experiments, and noise offered up for aural consumption. When things work best, the proceedings are hypnotically intriguing and/or sound like a Jay Reatard lysergic nightmare. When they don’t, they come off as a bit uninspired and indulgent. You ain’t gonna find the good bits without a bit of diggin’ and exploration, though, and it’s nice to hear someone trying to push the boundaries in different directions, even if all the reaping ain’t rewards.
–jimmy (Batshit, [email protected])