This is Andrei Rikichi's debut album, if you believe the press release, he's a product of mixed parentage his father was from Tokyo, his Mother Bucharest and he had a peripatetic childhood, He apparently has an BA in Exploding Furniture and Biscuit Folding that makes him the perfect Avant Garde musician for the times we live in, or not. I've focused in on the Romanian influence on this album.
This opens with the almost orchestral bombast of Theme from The Butchers Parade that sounds like they are parading outside The Palace Of Parliament in Bucharest and have some odd sounds from the scanners looking for interlopers.
They Don't See The Maelstrom feels like you can't see it, as you've already fallen into some huge hole in the pavement and the sounds of interference and strings won't help you know.
At Home I Hammer Ceramic Golfing Dogs is obviously a tribute to Mrs Ceausescu and her variety of weird hobbies, like insisting on having a separate staircase to her husband.
What Happened To Whitey Wallace is a real mystery, he went into the Raw food vegan restaurant he found in a side street in Bucharest, when he came out again claiming red onion pieces really were just like eating pasta, as the cacophony built around him, everyone stepped back as they realized he's eaten half a dozen raw garlic cloves with his "Pasta".
Bag, Lyrics, New Prescription has an operatic sample set against jarring industrial noises and the rampaging need to get some more codeine to help make sense of it all.
This is all that and more with xylophones, a triangle merging with static interference. Player Name: The Syracuse Apostle is obviously a fever dream about trying to out drink Delmore Schwartz without getting banned from the Chelsea Hotel.
This Is Where It Started feels like it comes from just outside the Tailor Synagogue as the classical samples hint at the genius' that prayed within. They Hide In The Dark Forest takes us out into Transylvania and somewhere close to Bran Castle as the sounds emerge from the early morning mist like angels floating through the room as the disruptive sounds scare the hell out of you.
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Whose driving This Handcart? Is probably best answered with Vlad Tepes, the sounds of hellacious wheels careen across a hellscape.
The Butcher Band (I'm In) almost sounds like they have sampled a meat slicer and then treated it to sound as odd as they can. Caged Birds Think Flying Is A Sickness has ringing bells floating across the speakers and the sounds of the ocean about to engulf you before the long tonal sounds allow you to drift away.
Death Of A Postmaster is by static noises and deep bass tones and strings with something nasty happening on the outskirts of Herastrau park.
The album ends with this Is Where It Ends that I guess refers to the final days of Ceausescu as the operatic voice wails against the swirling industrial orchestration, as if the speakers are actually on the balcony of The Central Committee Of the Communist Party building helping to sweep away the regime as this brings to a conclusion a truly odd album.
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