Self-described as a ‘sea-bottom r&b sound lurch’ by the Detroit band themselves, this track combines dark ambience, abstract poetry and a disjointed rhythm, resulting in the kind of avant-garde music I can see myself swaying to over a smoky campfire with a bunch of hippy witches whilst occasionally stirring a bubbling cauldron full of frogs’ toes and newts’ eyes - all the while BUTT NAKED, for the record. Some of y’all might just think it’s a load of repetitive, pretentious rubbish – which I did think at first - but then I found myself returning to those hypnotic alien sounds, and now I’m a believer. Not a trace of doubt in my mind.
This sure is a long build-up … hang on a second! THE WHOLE TRACK IS JUST HIM SAYING ‘A’???