Sunday, January 28, 2007
This was Raccoo-oo-oon's first record (well tape to be more precise) recorded back in 2005, and originally released in an insanely small edition that was unsurprisingly swallowed up by an eager public.
Fortunately for the rest of the world, the Swedish label Release the Bats has gone and done a splendid job of resurrecting it on CD, and going that extra mile by coating it in a gobsmackingly beautiful package that makes the candy inside taste all that bit sweeter. Shawn Reed‘s lush gilded symbolism is set off superbly by the burnt olive stock like ancient rock art rivers of consciousness caught in the light of a dying sun.
The music is an odd mix of shamanic work-outs and tainted indie rock with a slightly catchy rhythm under pinning most tracks. A smearing of tune that wobbles uneasily in the half-light with guitars, drums and choruses that are never too far from the ritualistic. A splattering of quirky/mystical electronics wraps it all up nicely.
Loads of tracks stand out on this short(ish) album, but tracks 2 and 4 really push my buttons. The latter starts off all powwow tomahawk feathers, a mixture of trance like mantra and intoxicating sonic gases that unexpectedly explode in colour as if a carrier bag full of paint had been disembowelled. A morphic tangle of arms reaching for the starry sky amongst a flame-thrown forest glow - I really wanted this one to go on forever. If I had to pick one track, though it would be track two - ‘Uh-oh’ with it’s anthem like beat, spangled guitars and muffled vox that alters into animal calls on a tide of amusing bed spring / pinball electronics - just the ticket to ditch that depressing January vibe, and I’m betting this all sounds even better live.
Uh Oh - Raccoo-oo-oon