Kick started literally, throat scrapings and gargles ensue in the body comedy tradition of Sudden Infant… the odd flicker of guitar with vocal strangulations, the vibe is fragmentary at the start, full of abstract snapshots...
Then, in come the mental blisters, pure kamikaze noise... a Yamatsuka Eye breakfast bar... explosive, full of sharp edges. A teasing of tune begins to peer through the head-whisk of pan-fried electronics and kick boxed drums, chord changes squirted through loose fillings, struggling for a foot hold. Rampaging robots are all over it with genocidal zeal, zapping fleeing whispers with their bad attitudes...
Surviving strands pick through the fallout and dental excavations, build up a bag-piped coda, until a pleasing pulse emerges victorious, a loose doomic spread affixed to a sycamore spin... a melody licking its wounds... added guitar, falling out of the smarting valve action in a punch drunk haze...
Short and undeniably sweet, this captures Matt's live dexterity perfectly, right down to the ember frazzled finish. If you're not lucky enough to see him ply his wares live, this is definitely the next best thing.
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