musical release :: The World and All It's Peculiarity
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Sounds like what you would hear if you walked into the play room at night, opened the toy chest and found that the toys had come alive and were winding themselves up and one by one joining in to a cascade of music box melodies and fairground tinkles, building and building. A bass and drum line join in and push the vibe into a chunky almost hip-hop grove complete with spy movie guitar and keyboards before gradually becoming more and more unhinged. 70s psychedelic guitar suddenly attacks as sci-fi keyboards join the drums in moving swiftly into Buck Rodgers territory. 4 ½ minutes in. 5ths come at you from both sides, guitars working against you whilst this Madness ska piano batters around in the background like a melodic drill, it’s almost metronomic, before suddenly all the bass if filtered out and we are into a chunky passage that sounds almost Russian Hawaiian, before being engulfed by mangled guitar. This serves to push onto another segment, this one based around a clicky synth bass and a lot of Brian May goes to Hell (the sequel) guitars. This fades out leaving what sounds like a reversed electric bass melted down into a rubber mould, before it all is thrown kicking and screaming into a slippery slap bass cheese keyboard jam which is quickly married to a guitar line that reminds me of some of Les Claypool’s stranger workings. If ever a guitar can “parp”, this is how it would sound. Now it’s all scrapey, and synced to a million computers talking to each other, it’s the silliest and funniest thing I have heard all year. But, of course, it must change, but no, actually it goes back to the rubber bass, which sounds like it is sinking deep to the bottom of the ocean. The TV channel is quickly changed moving into an Egyptian keyboard and guitar jam over old 50s horror film commentary. It all gets too much, the commentator starts loosing it, he can’t cope, people scream, the keyboards join in, then they drop out, as if to humour the fear of the crowd. Without warning it goes all jungle book funk whilst someone blabbers on about a “Monkey Child”. It’s almost as if the “Monkey Child” is playing this, at the circus, in some demented alternate reality. I think that’s a sax, it could be a trumpet, it’s all utterly bonkers. The commentator has started speaking what sounds like German and talking to himself from one side of my headphones to the other. He’s silenced by another psychedelic guitar solo, which in turn is silenced by another circus from hell moment, the funky bass and xylophone rolls adding to the surrealism. It’s nearly at the end now, but it’s suddenly gone all lo-fi, sounds like a really fucked up accordion before the army of ants arrive again to steal the show, they are marching now, ready for battle, the toy box toys arm their weapons, the march is on, they get closer and closer, the ants are at the stairs now, they help each other to climb, they climb, one after the other. The toys are nearing the stairs… (According to Mr.Eric Heath)
