TIMMY VULGAR’S GENETIC ARMAGEDDON: Music from the Other Side of the Swamp: LP

I dunno if Hasil Adkins ever knocked up a copy of Metal Machine Music, but, if he did, this is what the kid probably sounds like when he wants a glass of water in the middle of the night. It’s sort of like a huge, wobbly Katamari composed primarily of feedback and amphibians—piercing and wiggly and off-balance and really sort of disturbing. I thought this album was some kind of overarching conceptual statement about mutation and the human soul, but then I started thinking about that episode of Rick and Morty where Rick transfers his consciousness into a teenage body, but his innate teenageness starts overpowering him and he can’t get his mind back in his real body. The only way teenage Rick can express his predicament is in the lyrics of his angsty alt-folk songs—“Let me out! Let me out! This is not a song! I’m dying in a vat in the garage!”—and now I am convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that this album is not Timmy Vulgar singing about mutation, this is the actual sound of Timmy Vulgar LITERALLY mutating as he emits a final ramshackle call for help! HOLD ON TIMMY! HELP IS ON THE WAY! We’re sending Space Lassie, Professor X, and William S. Burroughs to your location immediately! HOLD YOUR POSITION, TIMMY! DON’T GIVE UP THE SHIP! BEST SONG: “Food Swamp.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Suction Cup Hands.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: Run-out grooves read “SLITHERING SWAMP BEAST” and “FROM THE VACANT RUSTED HEART OF DETROIT.” –Rev. Nørb (Mind Meld)