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Rembrandt Pussyhorse
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Rembrandt Pussyhorse
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Everything seems to start almost normally on
Pussyhorse
with
"Creep in the Cellar,"
even with the rather gone violin line --
Haynes
is intelligible, the piano part is quiet serene. Then again,
is talking about the creep in question doing things like taking off his skin, so clearly all is still at least somewhat tweaked in Surferland. The rest of the album makes that pretty clear; if not quite as strong as
Psychic...Powerless
,
is still a strong slice of homegrown art/psychedelia gone to a murky hell. Gentler songs like
"Sea Ferring"
still have a distinct queasiness to them, its sea chanty feeling undercut by the nagging bassline and
' yelps. When the group goes totally nuts, as on a drum-blasting, squiggly voiced cover of
the Guess Who
's
"American Woman"
that makes the later
Lenny Kravitz
version seem like the redundant slice of nostalgia it is, no prisoners are taken.
"Perry"
is another definite nutter, with
or somebody talking about this and that to his "baby" over a slow, organ-heavy groove. This said, the trick about
, and arguably why it's slightly lesser than
, is its overall subtlety in comparison. Things are more dark and gloomy throughout, downright gothic, even, with the organ start and whispery lyrics of
"Strangers Die Everyday"
being a good example.
Leary
keeps his playing low and strange throughout, fitting in with new bassist
Pinkus
rather well as a result. Get past the slight surprise of not always hearing
the Surfers
going near-all out most of the time, though, and
is still mighty fine, whether talking about the drony guitar weirdness opening
"Whirling Hall of Knives"
or the echo-treated reprise of
"In the Cellar."
CD versions of
conveniently include the
Cream Corn From the Socket of Davis
EP. ~ Ned Raggett
Pussyhorse
with
"Creep in the Cellar,"
even with the rather gone violin line --
Haynes
is intelligible, the piano part is quiet serene. Then again,
is talking about the creep in question doing things like taking off his skin, so clearly all is still at least somewhat tweaked in Surferland. The rest of the album makes that pretty clear; if not quite as strong as
Psychic...Powerless
,
is still a strong slice of homegrown art/psychedelia gone to a murky hell. Gentler songs like
"Sea Ferring"
still have a distinct queasiness to them, its sea chanty feeling undercut by the nagging bassline and
' yelps. When the group goes totally nuts, as on a drum-blasting, squiggly voiced cover of
the Guess Who
's
"American Woman"
that makes the later
Lenny Kravitz
version seem like the redundant slice of nostalgia it is, no prisoners are taken.
"Perry"
is another definite nutter, with
or somebody talking about this and that to his "baby" over a slow, organ-heavy groove. This said, the trick about
, and arguably why it's slightly lesser than
, is its overall subtlety in comparison. Things are more dark and gloomy throughout, downright gothic, even, with the organ start and whispery lyrics of
"Strangers Die Everyday"
being a good example.
Leary
keeps his playing low and strange throughout, fitting in with new bassist
Pinkus
rather well as a result. Get past the slight surprise of not always hearing
the Surfers
going near-all out most of the time, though, and
is still mighty fine, whether talking about the drony guitar weirdness opening
"Whirling Hall of Knives"
or the echo-treated reprise of
"In the Cellar."
CD versions of
conveniently include the
Cream Corn From the Socket of Davis
EP. ~ Ned Raggett