I’m guessing that Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld must have been a big hit on the Fylde coast. When Howl in the Typewriter start joining in with tracks like Derek’s Briefcase, you begin to note that this is the most psychedelic, most cinematic of Godspunks yet.
I’m guessing that Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld must have been a big hit on the Fylde coast. When Howl in the Typewriter start joining in with tracks like Derek’s Briefcase, you begin to note that this is the most psychedelic, most cinematic of Godspunks yet.
Yet more from the institution that is Pumf records: volume thirteen of the long running Godspunk series no less, though sad to report an LP that charts the breakup of what constituted UNIT’s line up since 2005, which is sad because I have a particular soft spot for the records they’ve knocked out since then – hopefully a phoenix of sorts will soon rise out of the ashes.
Typically we get 11 tracks from UNIT (there are 28 tracks in total). And of course what we have is fabulous: messy, idiosyncratic, thought forms and off the cuff instrumentals that sound like car crashes, polemics delivered with conviction. Some of these, such as BBC Bastards and Luc Has Gone document the eventually irretrievable band tensions. Ho hum. Of course we get some cracking Howl in the Typewriter tracks too: Sanitised being a particularly breezy opener what with talk of snails and (doubtless sardonic) impersonations of Jimmy Saville.
Outside these stalwarts the compilation is often quiet, concerned with abstract work outs like Dim D3ciple’s The Wiring, that have a flavour of the Orb or Coldcut or even the Nutty Professor. Some are whacky in a coy way: Squid Bullets turns from some sort of cod-90s groove to an expostulation of the Spanish guitar amidships, before piloting a course through teen metal territory. I can’t really work out. Others catch you out because they just float by until, a few listens later, they decide to let you into their secret. Examples are Loss bu XxiiJ, Nil By Nose’s These Sounds, Samba Savarah (what’s that about?) or Pipe Slippers & A Basket of Flute by Data’s Cat… I’m guessing that Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld must have been a big hit on the Fylde coast. When Howl in the Typewriter start joining in with tracks like Derek’s Briefcase, you begin to note that this is the most psychedelic, most cinematic of Godspunks yet.
Things can’t be all abstract can they? Well, no. As well as UNIT’s growls and Howl in The Typewriter’s The Fishman In Derek’s Briefcase (which is a sound recording of bunch of kids yelling over who is the fictitious superhero The Fishman), we get Sans Moi which is a brooding soliloquy in French (and damned good too), and Let’s Eat Rotting Flesh by The Flesheaters, a zombie work out which sounds just like its title.
One day these LPs will become collectors’ items.