FATAL FLYING GUILLOTEENS - Get Knifed  (Estrus) www.estrus.com

Charming. More chaotic clatterings courtesy of the Estrus guys. A regular - if such things are indeed regular - set of spiky soundscapes like a set of rabid drunk Texans gleefully beating the living shit out of song structures and rhythms they grew up on - outta windows and down the stairs - and when they come down and realize what they done'll be full o' sorrow; but right now they couldn't give a fart flying high in a bad trip universe, living it all for the moment, careening around spasmodically sticking squawky country and blues riffs into some sort of fucked up almost freeform jazz atmosphere. Like they're sampling something akin to Spiritualized's "The Individual" or some Sonic Youth at their most flipped (and pointless) but trying to play Billy Childish songs over the top. Not exactly like staying in the garage, more like the log cabin. Y'see, if bands like Kraftwerk and all the other kinda industrial stuff (shit) like KMFDM and Einsturzende Neubaten and so on (and on) were influenced by the pounding clang of, well, industrial machinery and cities then these guys could well be taking their cues from having day jobs as lumberjacks or psychohell truckers such is the chainsaw insanity of this. Lumberjacks or something more sinister, between recording going round on nighttime adventures terrorizing the good folk of Texas like, oh you know, the guy in that film with the buzzsaw. Intense and as primal as The Birthday Party and similarly actually making about as much sense this doesn't matter, neither does the fact that the songs are about as memorable as old Nick's first efforts. What matters is that it's a pretty hectic blast for the 30+ minutes of it and there ain't many people sounding like these cats. And that should (usually) always be appreciated. Any Librium anyone?