If you feel like genuine musical weirdness died with Sun Ra and Captain Beefheart, take heed! We have some
stone-cold freakazoids in our midst even today. To whit:
- The Everyday Film is raising funds for his next album. Judging by the excerpts of works in progress in the video
below, it's the veteran outsider's most ambitious project yet, as it moves beyond his usual industrial nightmares
into some realms of sound that actually resemble, well, music. Y'know, that some people will like to listen
to? So give, brothers and sister, give 'til it hurts:
The Everyday Film - "Bleed Over" (GoFundMe site)
- Ostrich Von Nipple is such a great name that I thought there was no way that their music could measure up to it,
but their latest album is an absolutely awesome acid-bathed assemblage of spazz-jazz-tronica, weirded-out lyrics,
and a guest guitarist who has played with the Residents, no less. Songs like "Mad Martian Beach Party" actually
sound like their titles. One 10-minute track suggests prog, but prog is rarely this humorous and surreal. Originally
released last year in hard copy formats thru Psychofon Records, including a very limited vinyl run, it's now available
digitally thru outlets like Amazon and iTunes. In Maniac-universe, this album would sweep the Grammys.
"Ostrich von Nipple Quantifies Absurdity" album Amazon page
Ostrich Von Nipple "Upright Jerker" (mp3)
- Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin, the gal who's so cray-cray she makes Kate Bush look like Barbra Streisand, is the
one who hipped us to the Nipple. Her own latest video "Picked Fences" (see below) is another outlandish mixture of
live action, animation, puppets, toys, video effects, and art-song.
- Womb Pals' brief (13 minutes) name-your-price download EP "Baby Spinach" is mostly pleasantly low-key
piano ambience, but is notable for the track "perfection," which ingeniously samples the sounds of coughing and
throat-clearing. No other instruments. Exactly the kind of thing that Maniacs might find clever and funny, and
Normals might respond to by running away, hands over ears. That's irri-tainment!
- The Chewers are the twisted Southerners whose two previous albums got rave reviews from Yours Truly on these
here virtual pages. They're still spewing out their inbred hell-billy guitar rock primitivism, but with seemingly
a bigger budget. More instrumental sounds, cleaner production, guests vocalists - they sound better
than ever, tho the songs are not sticking with me the way their earlier work did. One track, however, the utterly
over-the-top "Misanthropic Bones," just might be the greatest thing they've ever done. It's a kind of rap song,
with a clenched-teeth Chewer sptting out rhymes like "I don't get enough sun or sleep/I'm a hollow, distorted
Well, aren't we all?
The Chewers "Dead Dads" album Bandcamp page
The Chewers "Misanthropic Bones" (mp3)