Labels: Rural Isolation Project
Review by: Alex Deller
Know what I like? Hostile, bad-vibes psych, that’s what. Funnily enough, though, it’s kinda hard to come by. Liquorball? Yup. Big Naturals? Yup. The Psychic Paramount? Pretty much. But where else to head from here? “Quttinirpaaq!” seems to be my new favourite answer to this oft-screeched question. They are horror. Pure, unfathomable horror. But funny with it. Ha ha as well as peculiar. Opener ‘Diary Of A Pig Keeper’s Wife’ is two and a half minutes of pure murk: it sounds like vomit being emptied out of a wellington boot. Its follow up, the mystically-titled ‘Chinese Hercules’, appears to be a fraction of ‘Foxy Lady’ played for the rest of time by a drunken robot with a broken pendulum for an arm. Elsewhere, ‘Stork’ begins with an unnerving noise like someone trying to saw a trashcan in half with a bowie knife. It is thoroughly lacking in mercy and good taste. It repeats things so many times that you begin to believe them to be the truth, though you know in your heart they can only be lies. It has the happiest, most startled-looking fox I have ever seen on the back of the sleeve. You will probably hate it, and most people will not think any less of you for doing so. Nevertheless, you will be wrong. Why? Because it is stupid and insane and quite, quite marvellous.