Olmec Quark is an enigma.
Chris Lott is an enigma.
Falling somewhere between Devo and R. Stevie Moore and — I dunno — Cop City/Chill Pillars (?), as well as nestling perfectly within the Terry Tapes canon, Chris Lott makes a lot of hummable cartoon music. Does it hold its head down and ram it into a jazz session sometimes, like a bull blasting past a matador and through the protective wall of the arena? You betcha.
Does it snuggle up to the yacht rock greats and inhale sea breeze as it passes through well-coiffed and oiled hairdos? Absolutely.
Does it scribble with crayons at the altar of keytar-wielding idiot savants till the sheet music looks like a first-grader’s (admittedly awesome) craft-time masterpiece? Completely.
Does it pretend that pop music is a VHS tape that’s just begging to be exposed to an industrial magnet? Well, sure.
Does it somehow take the piss out of LCD Soundsystem? Duh. (But I don’t know if it knows it’s doing it. Olmec Quark is so sincere!)
Does Chris Lott just want to have a great time making music that sounds like pastel abstract Trapper Keeper art?
DON’T WE ALL???
The enigma squares itself and passes itself off as geometry. Like it matters in the end with this!
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