|
'I'm not like those others...'
 Murdocks
appear, from my researches, to be Texans and
glory be and praise due indeed, for they do keep up the score for Texans
being decidedly and deliciously crackers but also rather fucking good.
Especially when
they smash thru the doors, making 'em swing like western saloon doors, and
you look yonder askance
under your hat brim and squint, Josey Wales style, shake your head
absently and mutter that it can't be Paul Westerberg. Can it? No. But
right from opener
'Saddest Star' there are songs that in a different blackout old
Westers would've loved to have put out on 'Eventually', along with
'Da Da'. They have a whipping, swinging party of
glitteryindiepoppunkpowerpop for you to come down into
their subterranean lair to attend. Their own garden of
delight that at various times recalls The Pixies - the fabulously titled 'Horsegore',
suggesting strange ritual practices, possibly filmed on cam-corder or not,
I wouldn't like to know...or a fascination with animal motifs like
Sparklehorse. Moreso with the hints of 'Where Is My Mind?' on 'Title
Track' and loud/quiet scenario, coupled with sung/scream into
distortion vocals. And? I'm liking it. Annoyingly, the equally,
if not far better, titled 'Dance The Vomit Shakes' is one of the
weakest tracks here, reminding me of horrible UK whingie-indie, or US
college indie, and is a heinous waste of a great title, as does 'Bloody
Murder', tho in a nice Pulp as psychocore band manner. At other times
there's Radiohead and even Placebo suggestions (sorry!) along with Foo
Fighters. Of who they unfortunately follow a little bit down the dusty
dirt road, however tentatively and tippy-toed, of
blowing lots of hot air and only getting dry, sore throats. But standout
but not stand alone 'Death Of A French Whore' (that commences with
the intro from Nikki Sudden's 'Waiting For The Siege'), the creepy, weird,
tin shed country murder ballad junkyard wigout of 'My Scarlet Purpose',
'Bloody Murder', no mans land soundtrack 'Get Your Guns' and
stomping distorto pop 'Segue' all put them into the realms of a
savagely but deliciously deranged, addictive, unhinged kingdom pretty much
of their own. Cracked mirror guitar pop
for crazy chicos!
__________________________________________________
|