“If your choice enters into it, then taste is involved – bad taste, good taste, uninteresting taste. Taste is the enemy of art, A-R-T.” (Marcel Duchamp)
Now, I am not suggesting that the Psychedelic Porn Crumpets are tasteful – I wouldn’t insult them with such a label, but the thumping bass, the fuzzbox guitar, that drummer, the verve and the energy sure is tasty. Pukebox is the most disturbingly named song that I have enjoyed since Oh Bondage! Up Yours! by the X Ray Spex.
These guys know how to open a song and get you immediately involved. Found God In A Tomato, hooks you in and doesn’t let go, until they have spun you round with food based psychedelic lyrics about finding enlightenment in a fruit. I am not saying this rivals Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast (Pink Floyd)…but it holds it’s own and it’s a new and fresh and crunchy addition to the guitar rock based acid drenched catalog of songs for the “barely operating.”
This band walks the walk, no interesting band name, boring music nonsense from these guys (Looking right at ya God Speed You! Black Emperor!): I hear a lot of The The Mind Bomb in the mix, Floyd, with a dollop of proto-punk attitude and lyrical flexibility that doesn’t always hit the mark, but that is ok, because these boys can play, and when they do hit that psychedelic sweet spot all is forgiven. This stuff is so good it’s almost candyflipping brilliance.
I haven’t felt this hopeful about a band for a while, all you can hope is that they stick together and keep experimenting. Melodic, soaring, grungy fuzz-soaked geetar, a bass player that isn’t scared of driving a beat, and that drummer holds it together ….whilst not entirely looking like he has it together. This is their charm – these guys are both talented and inhabiting that plateau of skill and not giving a flying fuck about anything other than the sound.
I kinda hope they make it Stateside at some point when things are not so insane, and come play in San Francisco – they are exactly what this city needs right now, a bit of reminding of who we are and where we belong, alongside a soundtrack by some innovative dadaist long haired rockers who become tomatoes now and again.
Tasty!