Designer Babies - s/t - 7

Labels: Gringo
Review by: Alex Deller

Two odd songs. Depending on my mood, I’m either liable to slump in a comfortable chair and ponder the witterings of the Designer Babies, or be moved to throttle the fuckers.

Weird, funky, jazzy stuff that sounds like it has a strong Beefheart influence. Stops, starts, jabbers and turns into sloping guitar jumble with Patton-esque vocals. Experimental with the emphasis there being on the MENTAL. The scrambled signals are like Fantomas playing doctor with the Minutemen, and when the images are that perverse you just have to ask what the hell do you do with this kind of thing? Strap it to the table and pump it full of tranquillisers? Bash its head against the wall until it shuts the hell up? Sit calmly by and wait until all that reckless energy is eventually spent? Or just froth at the mouth and jump headlong into the whole mess alongside them? Take your pick and do what you will. But for the time being I’m just going to lie down and hope that my head clears a little. Bloody loons.