In fact the idea that this release is, ahem, “DaDaesque” is never too far away; as there’s always an element of theatre and well, plain silliness infusing a lot of the music.
Well, this is all a bit Kim Fowley…. A longish EP from Droppings, who hail from somewhere nuts in Holland. Somewhere where they still sell fags in a machine on the street and the FEBO is the main point of social contact for the inhabitants. Their EP starts with The Great Carrot in the Sky, which is an up-tempo knees up, slightly Dada and certainly loose. In fact the idea that this release is, ahem, “DaDaesque” is never too far away; as there’s always an element of theatre and well, plain silliness infusing a lot of the music.
There are nods – it seems – to earlier progenitors of wyrd curmudgeon; Sancho sounds like a Kids TV penned by the Swell Maps, whereas the opening riff in Don Steps on a Pyramid sounds like Pat the Trip Dispenser, albeit on a knackered C90 that’s been worn away from overuse in your car tape playing apparatus-ah. And in Don Steps on a Pyramid the vox seem to nod to Beefheart; “Don Steps on a Pyramid!, isn’t too far away from “And the pantaloon duck, white goose neck, quacked: Webcore, webcore…” but I’m sure we all enjoy the connection and smile knowingly to ourselves. Barbarappa is great though, a truly demented highlight, a desensitizing thunk that never lets up over 8 minutes even when it asks for its mummy. Little Donkey is similarly unhinged and last track Strandsand is an enervating thrash that had something of Dyse about it.
Bloody enjoyable once you allow the music space to display its looseness and exhibitionism.