Labels: SuperFi
Review by: Alex Deller
True to signal-jamming form, Melt Banana are proving once again that music from their distant planet can only ever get more insane. A slow whirring occurs before haemorrhaging into a gonzoid splatter of aural non-sequiturs and frenzied gibberish, leaping between ideas so irregularly it seem they’re tuning a radio across frequencies and grabbing at random sounds for each split-seconds’ worth of garbled inspiration. Similar to such strange natural occurrences as the aurora borealis or the discovery of mummified frogs perfectly preserved inside hollow stones, there’s undoubtedly a science to Melt Banana’s insanity that the average layman can’t quite get a handle on, meaning all that’s left for us poor simpletons to do is stand back and watch things run their marvellous course.
It’s telling that Melt Banana can share a record with something like Narcosis and make them look marginally sane, particularly given the ferocious and utterly unrelenting grind these fiends bash out. A barrage of snorts, gargles and ruptured riffage is dredged from glutted sewers and pounded into shape by drumming that won’t make sense to anyone without pistons for arms. Definitely one for those of you who spend too much time grinding your teeth, listening to Agoraphobic Nosebleed and fighting the constant urge to punch strangers in the face”¦
The net result of this whole furore is likely to send your poor brain rattling around your skull like a marble in a biscuit tin, but when the noise is this good you’d have to be some kind of lily-livered dope not to indulge.