An unusual pair o’ instrumentals from these technique-minded oddballs. “Sakhalin” has a surf/spy feel in the bass and guitars, but also features Kraut-y drums and dreamy waves of feedback – an interesting combo that the band pulls off quite nicely. The cleverness continues unabated on “Cant,” whose queasy circus-time synths and little drum-rolls make for a sinister number that oughta be piped into some Bradbury-esque nightmare funhouse. All in all, it’s an intriguing record, but one that clearly didn’t set the world on fire: I own the copy that once belonged to WERS in Boston, and even they, the band’s hometown college station, only gave the B-side a single play before dumping it. Ouch!
And say, isn’t the Savage Pencil drawing on the cover awfully reminiscent of the eyeball-licking that’s going down on the Flaming Lips’ Wastin’ Pigs EP?