2007 will not be about posting whole albums of obscure 80s Japanese Industrial bands (i think this is their only release) but I've been looking for this ever since a friend claimed it was cursed (something about a bottle of milk that went sour, a bicycle that fell apart, a boil that grew into a How To Ahead In Advertising head) and that he'd written to Jun Konagaya telling him this only to get a letter in reply that contained a chicken foot wrapped in wire as a reply. Almost certainly a lie but one which kept me curious for almost twenty years. Still, the album's pretty good - not as noisy as you might expect (well, some of it is as noisy as you'd expect) and the quieter tracks dripfeed their way into your skull like a soft self-trepanation.
Fun for all the family on these Winter evenings...
Stolen recklessly from the hardcore fanboy circuit here.
Thanks er Killslug...
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