While listening to this album, I came to the realization that many of my favorite musicians are completely out of their minds. Roky Erikson let the government perform medical experiments on him instead of going to jail. Tom Waits got married, and then after a week or so, decided that he didn’t like his wife, so he slept in his car (which was still parked in the driveway, mind you) until she moved out. And then there’s this: BR Wallers from the Country Teasers making an album all by himself. One of the things that I’ve always liked about the Teasers was that they don’t make very much effort to stay in tune or keep tempo or hit the right strings. That carries over into this album, but instead of sounding like an ungodly cross between the Fall and the Butthole Surfers, this sounds like what would happen if you locked a wino up in a closet and told him to write the incidental music for a David Lynch movie. Not sure how many people out there want to listen to forty-five minutes of this guy’s brain farts, but I kinda do.
–josh (Hook or Crook)