So I’ve listened to this album twice accidentally at 33 rpm. It’s effective at any speed, although I haven’t tried 16 or 78 yet. Obviously, it’s much punkier and amphetamine-fueled at 45 rpm. Instead of a sludgy, stonerish, Mudhoney-meets-Man or Astroman? vibe, it’s a spastic and crazed raucous frenzy at proper replay. Joyfully demented vocals are distorted, oscillating and wobbly. The spittle-flecked, howled and often unintelligible approach fits the music perfectly as overdriven fuzz guitars lacerate your poor unsuspecting eardrums with a powerful precision. Some found sound of horses, people talking and who know what add to the sonic stew. The arrangements, however insane, keep the listener off-guard and on edge. Perhaps a couple of song titles will clue one to the strangeness: Laptop Vs. Beef, Valley Of Wastoids. Yep. How ‘bout some strange album artwork with jockeys relieving themselves (I think)? Check. FNU Ronnies play music to convulse to, and that’s a good thing. Just make sure you bolt your cranium on tightly. The eight slabs contained herein form a noisy and intense LP, rockin’ your senses with a heady dollop of nuttiness and just a pinch of sand crab. Saddle Up.
