I’m not sure if it’s due to my many location changes or a freeze in output but it’s been a long time since Jackie O Motherfucker material crossed my desk. It’s good to have them back in the fold, Hello lubing their re-entry into my brain. As you might expect, two sidelong jams take the day: Side A, “Humblebee,” is a joyous caress of ghostly melodies from what must be a pan flute being played through an angel’s anus. More synth than I remember, with a core of percussive grit that slyly sustains the entire compositions with its random interjections. Also: clarinet, improv-style, and so much more I won’t spoil it for you. “Bumblebee” bursts with the ripeness, also without introducing too many elements into the mix. Sax, synth, guitar, more of those temperamental drum flare-ups that punch like that beefneck’d, dress shirt-wearing, red-faced guy at the bar who thinks I picked up his beer. Hey, it’s 50-cent beer night man; my treat. Just shut the FUCK up and let me listen to Jackie O belt out another improv jizzee. Smegma, Avarus, Tomutanttu, stripped of a layer or two and fidelity-wise taken even lower; that’s what we’re talking about here. Only 100 copies, still available last I checked, consult your local consulate.
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