NARC contributer and free-lance journalist Carla Washbourne wrote the following review of the CD.
Overall it was great and actually really rewarding to listen to. This had so many different things going on that somehow still interacted well.
Get Young – Nes Advantage
Moody from the outset man! This seems to get more and more desolate every time I listen to it. At first it had a fragile, uplifting cheer but it all seems to melt away once you know what is really around the corner.
Sinead in Savage Purple – Aaron McMullan
The kind of voice that is difficult to picture a progenitor for…. The smattering of Tom Waits last night helps to put it all firmly in to perspective. Quite unreal. I think it is eternally going to take me a few more listens….
Baseball Bat – Rebecca Jones
I have an (ir)rational dislike for female voices. Perhaps it is the fact that generally in Newcastle they drift gently to you in cacophonies of ultrasonic expletives from the general Bigg Market direction. Female singers have to be idiosyncratic to hold my focus, but I know Rebecca really is. A great place on the track listing. This is simply brutal (to audience and guitar). I love it.
The Kinky Friendman Crime Club – Grilly
Perhaps the result of a long journey around South America in the company of Josh Homme and Norman Cook…. Was very tempted to try dancing to it for any sustained length of time just to see if it would, in fact, summon the gods of the underworld. Sublimely insane.
Pacer Maker – Tsug
A disturbing little part of me wants this to soundtrack one of the animation segments that you used to get on Sesame Street. I particularly enjoyed the fact that on many occasions the band members seem to be racing one another to the end of the song.
Frost Bitten – My Attorney
Was very surprised at how gently harmonic this conspired to be. I will listen to this when I am walking home on icy nights, though I am certain it could drive me to on foolish, whimsical quests, going walkabout in search of frozen grottos in which to skip about.
I’d Rather be an Aterial Sclerotic Than The King Of Egypt – Nes Advantage
Outside of completely confounding me with the title I found it difficult not to be intrigued by the prevalence of the word ‘intercostal’, the ‘bring out your dead’ bells and eventual chasmatic disappearance. Disturbing.
Let Me Through – Rebecca Jones
Kept making me think of Wade in the Water for an entirely unbeknown reason. The bluesy-est thing I have heard this side of the 1940’s. Crystal clear: would love to know how this was laid down.
The Open Road – Death Of A Salesman
Is the vocalist in fact Isaac Brock and is he actually consuming the microphone at several points? Truly glad never to have met whoever this is based on. Wonderfully unbalanced though, from syllable chewing to perfect tuneful sanity in seconds.
Purple Milk – Grilly
Based entirely on true experience? I hope so. Oh the vocal emotion that can only prevail in the heightened state brought about by the serialisation of dairy product based betting games.
Cohen – My Attorney
In my mind, backing vocals are courtesy of a village of Eastern European peasant children…..
Here Comes The Man – Flood In The Attic
A crystallisation of the sheer terror of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds tamed by the noisier leanings of Hope of the States. What the Secret Machines should have aspired to be…..
Ode To Innocence – Aaron McMullan
Return to the tightness and innocent determination in your chest as your gangly thirteen-year-old incarnation struggles to jog a 3 Mile icy November field for a cross-country badge of honour. Temporally attenuated mental anguish climactically concluded with a similar level of fulfilment / dismay gleaned from making the county team.
Done And Done – Tsug
The best mediaeval minstrel style album closer I hope to encounter.