This one slipped through the cracks because I didn’t know what the fuck it was. No name on the label or sleeve and I had forgotten Orcutt HQ had sent a package over awhile back. So… you’re welcome? Ugh. Anyway, the former Harry Pussy founder really stretches his rubber soul out on this one, emoting vocally without lyrics to loose guitar strings that sound ready to SNAP and take out someone’s eye/ear. When I hear something this uncompromising I always know Mr. P has already been-there-done-that, but a guy’s gotta eat, know what I mean? “Bored With The Moon” is like a violent, abusive version of the palette used on that first Panda Bear record, primal and straight from the head like the best stuff often is. It’s like I always say: It’s nice to play solo guitar, but if you have vocal chops on top of that you can bust open more doors and raid more riches. (Seriously, I always say that.) This appears to be a tour-only edition of 200 but there are copies to be found at Discogs; 13 of them in fact. Recommended, and better late than never.
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