Labels: Thrill Jockey
Review by: Captain Fidanza
Here we go again, back to the strange world of Thrill Jockey, where all weirdness is welcomed and the only sports-casual is made to feel uncomfortable.
This here record is slightly more industrial than a lot of the other things I’ve heard from this label, but that’s no bad thing. The quality control at Thrill Jockey seems to be sky high, so you can bet that whomever you’re hearing, they’re going to be first rung exponents of that genre. Trans Am seem to be making sounds for the sort of people you see hanging around outside BDSM clubs in Camden – the Hip Priests and Priestesses of an unsettling, rubberized world.
If I was being forced at gunpoint by Collective to deliver a pithy synopsis of the music contained within I would probably say Kraut-Synth- Pop, because that seems to encapsulate the noise better than me waffling on about the fact that Trans Am had an album out in 1999 called, “Futureworld” which just happens to be the title of the rarely-seen sequel to, “Westworld.” Michael Crichton didn’t write or direct, but Peter Fonda’s in it, which might make you think it’s worth watching, but it isn’t.
Incidentally, it didn’t surprise me in the least to discover these fellows are playing at Elektrowerks in November “” see you there.