Artist: Archie Bronson Outfit
Title: Coconut
Label: Domino
Genre: Indie
Bitrate: 208kbit av.
Time: 00:40:05
Size: 62.88 mb
Rip Date: 2010-03-17
Str Date: 2010-03-22
01. Magnetic Warrior 4:53
02. Shark's Tooth 3:12
03. Hoola 3:44
04. Wild Strawberries 3:02
05. Chunk 4:41
06. You Have A Right To A Mountain Life / One Up On Yourself 4:27
07. Bite It And Believe It 3:34
08. Hunt You Down 4:22
09. Harness (Bliss) 5:36
10. Run Gospel Singer 2:34
Release Notes:
Imagine a metaphor in which toothpaste is equated with cultural
relevance. The tube, emblazoned with the legend æblues-derived rock
musicÆ, has been scrunched ætil itÆs haemorrhaged at the sides, a thick
crust obscuring the nozzle. More than 40 years after The Velvet
Underground instigated $10 fines for members suspected of playing blues
licks during rehearsal, the genreÆs pop-cultural legacy seems to be
terminally on the wane. But if London freak-beat combo Archie Bronson
Outfit achieved anything with their diabolically good second album
Derdang Derdang, it was to eke out one last, cleansing slug from the
tube.
The trio cut a lukewarm 2004 debut, Fur, on which a certain carnal
flair in the playing struggled to overcome the essential hoariness of
their R&B template. Derdang Derdang followed two years later and
changed all that, the band attacking its best material to date with
broad, tearing strokes. It was big, brash and ugly; a thrilling volley
of psychosexual depth charges as much influenced by Beefheart and
Surrealism as the more familiar strands of the post-blues canon.
Four long years have passed, and Coconut¡ arrives with whispers of a
troubled back-story û what, then, have our protagonists been up to in
this literally Olympian time span? And what are these rather
stern-looking bearded gents doing making an album with DFA mogul Tim
Goldsworthy as producer? Truth is, Coconut does such a convincing job
persuading you that ABO has moved on as a band, it winds up labouring
under a diminished sense of identity.
Tracks like You Have a Rightà and opener Magnetic Warrior spit darkly
chemical grooves that eschew the visceral punch of oldies in favour of
a solipsistic streak thatÆd do Wooden Shjips proud. The latter
introduces frontman Sam WindettÆs remodelled vocal style; a
heavily-distorted, metallic gurgle that replaces the panicky yelp of
earlier output. Dark psychedelia abounds on Coconut, bringing to mind
everyone from Faust and Clinic to the bandÆs own little-heard
side-project The Pyramids.
GoldsworthyÆs presence is justified by a host of strangely funky tracks
like SharkÆs Tooth û imagine the Gossip backed by an army of mechanical
monkeys û and Hoola, which makes fine if slightly anonymous use of
ESG-style dubbed-out bass. But for all the diligent spread of
influences, CoconutÆs acid-fried eclecticism occasionally strains for
effect and lacks the brutish vigour of its predecessor. A commendably
outrΘ listen on any other terms, itÆs still a sideways-shuffle that
never fully convinces.
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