Pinkunoizu - The Drop

It’s a great mix of demented and whacked out; albeit a sort of demented that catches you unawares – like the Devil in The Master & Margarita, it’s too suave to show all its tricks at once.

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Summer can play all sorts of tricks. Not least the one of making you forget that a record needs to be talked about, needs to be shared, needs to be listened to ad nauseum, but hell; when the sun’s out and there are nice unimportant things to do, and a heap of lazing about to get through, rabbiting on about a groovy fucker of a record that combines a whole cornucopia of styles and attitudes and witty angles can seem a little less important.

Yeah, it’s a bummer. Especially if you’re in the band, tho’ whether they give a flying fuck about Incendiary is anybody’s guess. But I give a fuck about this record, let me tell you. This and the EP released in spring, Second Amendment, which is a rocker too. I mean, how can you ignore a record with bug eyed wig outs like Moped (which mash up Gus Gus slickness and  Slits shoutiness) or complete groove marathons like Necromancer, which only reveals its peacock finery 7 minutes into its 9 minute trip, not to mention Tin Can Valley which rattles along like some souped up Jallopy.  Elsewhere The Swollen Map and Down In The Liverpool Stream are great psychedelic essays in sloth whilst I Said Hell You Said No is a weird Scando reworking of Barry Adamson’s vibe.

We liked their last LP well enough, but after a while thought it just didn’t have the necessary balls/legs/toughness to blossom into one of those LPs that become a focal point for you to interact with, or recalibrate your first impressions over time. Conversely I think this new LP is a grower and a really powerful thing. It’s a great mix of demented and whacked out; albeit a sort of demented that catches you unawares – like the Devil in The Master & Margarita, it’s too suave to show all its tricks at once.

Marvellous. Did you miss it? No excuse now if you’ve read this.