Tussle - Tempest

Other tracks follow this loose, dubby pattern. Moondog rouses itself to shake some action in a variety of half-arsed styles, but only after it’s had a pizza and a little snooze.

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You can always count on Oslo’s Small Town Supersound label to throw up some quirky stuff, and this record is no exception.  This is music for those who prefer things slightly goggle eyed: the opener Yume No Muri laying down a loose and shifty sound, similar in spirit to the sort of scratchy, primeval, subterranean dance music that Toulouse Low Trax knocks out. It’s completely all over the place in terms of direction, the beat holding the loose assembly of sounds and textures together by the skin of its teeth. Oh, yeah, I should also point out that there’s this guitar fill on the track that is just incredibly funny; like some dreadful take on a Morricone soundtrack. Other tracks follow this loose, dubby pattern. Moondog rouses itself to shake some action in a variety of half-arsed styles, but only after it’s had a pizza and a little snooze. It (and the similarly horizontal Yellow Lighter) looks to live off its inherent charm, and the vibe is very accommodating indeed, what with the unruffled manner and attempts to start some quiet raving on the side.

Elsewhere, Cat Pirate is a sticky Casio strut that always threatens to elevate itself spacewards: it sounds like the Cosmic Jokers doing techno.  It’s mad. And pretty brilliant too... P44 is a messy scratchy thump but also “Elfin as fuck” whereas Eye Context is a gloriously groovy, incredibly loose dismantling of Car Wash. Well, part of the time. The rest of the track’s life is seemingly spent disappearing down sonic wormholes. The last cut, Lightly Salted, is a marvellous spy flick soundtrack, rich in sound, thick bass, seedy and topped with the most wobbly of synth sheens. It’s a fabulous bit of music.

I missed this when it came out, overlooking it in my review pile time and time again: and that’s possibly because the cover is a complete headfuck, but then, this is the sort of LP that sits outside of any formal appreciation of time. Get it, give it a listen.