yes! more zappaish stupid smart jazz. with emphasis on the actual jazz. kindof like the later mothers with(out) damo suzuki instead of frank. what does that even mean? fuck knows but hell i’ll go with it. (there’s a clip of a can cover below). that mishmash / collage vibe. muxing up genres and textures and noises into one stewing broth. much more funky than you’d imagine. and i feel no shame in bashing out the word funky there. definite swing to this shit. something much more mr bungle, specially in the vox department. there’s a silliness at work here. not like ol’ zap’s nonsense which seemed much more calculating, designed to appeal and shift units and get on the goddam radio. an attempt to fund his less ear friendly, uncommercial, serious serialism forays. and not like ol’ patton’s nonsense which seemed to be designed to get up the noses of the metal kids faith no more attracted, whilst simultaneously getting up the noses of the more cerebral wire reading audience his manic vox works and merzbow affiliations courted. a certain contrarianism on display from both these fellas that gamma… seems less inclined to indulge. instead this shit’s just fun. goofy fun. like a soundtrack to some neon-haunted 70′s sci-fi adult swim show. like an avant savant b-52′s or sommit. like easy listening king crimson with a gutfulla haribo. not quit spazz pop. not quite space jazz. too much grinning to be discordant. too much creepy peeper to be trumpet wielding danielson buffoonery. not like they’re sitting on the fence. more like i am. just that i dig this for reasons unspecified apparently…
