What else? Oh yes, how could I not describe Double Chin as anything more than a noise?
Blues Control – Blues Control
Holy cow what's going on here? Initially I was attracted to this LP on the strength of the stoner artwork and the track-listing – it would, after all, take a cold and unimaginative heart to spurn the chance of listening to songs entitled Boiled Peanuts and The Blue Sheep... Stick it on and you're in for a surprise, I promise. Blues Control is a slobbery burping mess, all considerations for noise levels seemingly abandoned in a resounding gloop of noise. Boiled Peanuts comes on all meek and mild, with a reflective piano part straight from Cluster's Zuckerzeit (in many ways it is an LP that Rodelius & Mobeius could have knocked up). There is of course, the odd, wildly over-achieving guitar splurge in the mix. All this goes on for a good six minutes of your Earth-time. Migration is a strange floaty, keyboardy thing; very much in synch with early 70s si-fi soundtrack music; the indeterminate nature of the track being its (considerable) chief charm.
What else? Oh yes, how could I not describe Double Chin as anything more than a noise? Things get way out of hand with The Blue Sheep, which sounds like a collage of Eno tracks all played together at the wrong speed whereas Frank's Problem sounds exactly like its title; a gloriously indolent dribble. Finishing things off we have Hummum which sounds like a marathon gargle, and No Sweat which is as "rock" as this LP gets (before ending all blissed-out).
A release of incomprehensible genius.
Words: Richard Foster