Labels: Thrill Jockey
Review by: Captain Fidanza
Initially I thought this was an album by Sepp Blatter, but then when I turned it on I realised it wasn’t because it didn’t make me want to murder everyone.
As previously stated, I love everything released on Thrill Jockey, largely because they put out crazy bullshit made by lunatics and don’t seem to give a fuck about the “shifting” of “units.”
Today’s lunatic is Jan St. Werner from Mouse on Mars and he offers us a selection of spoken word existential nonsense about “uncharted life forms” and “non-Euclidian geometry” interspersed with high-tempo, synth-based spazathons.
It’s either the best thing ever done by anyone, or the shittest.