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Music written while bouncing on hotel beds, not
THAT kind of bouncing…(well maybe a little of
that kind too)…Hyperactive pop/punk with a
smiling sneer, that smile is coated with neon
candy lip-gloss. Effect-laden guitars, sharp
snare-driven drums, and on top vocal acrobatics.
From a whisper to a scream to a moan to the
Pointer Sisters on Mars (“Planet * F”) to panting
to gargling disco to torchy temptation. Otomo
Yoshide spins in on 3 & 4, Hoppy’s all over here
(his version of Frankenstein’s Punk Daughters?’)
His taste in weird non-demure women remains
unparalleled. I like the ice-cubes on the spine
sound of “La Perla”, the spooky spooky joy joy
of their “Ghost” story, “Deutche” sounds almost
like a simultaneous tribute to Fellini and Can.
All kinds of colors and flavors here.
Reviewed by Thurston Hunger on
September 4, 2005 at 8:39 am
Filed as A Library,CD
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