“A collection of profound and epic album reviews and musical articles by former astronaut and brain surgeon, Alasdair Kennedy. Reaching levels of poetry that rival Keats and Blake, the following reviews affirm Alasdair to be a prodigy, a genius and a god whose opinion is always objectively right. He is also without a doubt the most modest man in the universe.” - Alasdair Kennedy
This alternative rock act from the tobacco-smoking,
bourbon drinking, fried-chicken-famed Bluegrass State of Kentucky have always
had the potential to be complete and utter nutters, but they seem to have
squandered this potential. I received a similar feeling of slight disappointment
on their last record, Thankyou, happy
birthday. The Jello-Biafra-style warbles and screams and the dark and
visceral, Pixies-influenced instrumentation made the album feel absolutely and
beautifully chaotic in parts. However, there seemed to be an equal amount of
tracks that came across as boringly sane.
Cage the nt elepha?
suffers from the same amount of tedious sanity. The band have definitely
grown more musically varied, incorporating horns and falsetto vocals, but
amongst the mad moments (the piano freakout at the end of Its Just Forever comes to mind as well as the skippy moment in Spiderhead that made me think my
computer had crashed) there are parts of this record that just remain bland.
The last track, so forgettable I can’t remember its name, comes as a giant anti-climax
after the whacky screwball of a track, Teeth,
which features a zany sax solo and a bizarre spoken soliloquy. I know that for
some people the lighters-up ballads will be the highlights, but I prefer the
unhinged side to this band because personally it’s more interesting to me (probably
because I’m a little unhinged myself).
This album has its brilliant moments but it
could be made better if the group embraced the psycho-Mr. Bungle in them.