(exerpt from NURFACE's “Pick of the Month”)
“L.S.D. Means I Love You” is, in this reviewer's opinion, the single greatest bad-ass rock of the last 5 days. Released 8 years ago on Falsified Records, this 12-piece Sequim-based ensemble pumps out an endless deluge of 24-hour-a-day balls-to-the-wall boogie.
Formed back in '97, Pinto Rearend Collision's 2 core members are Arthur “Arthur” Molt – ex-Toreadors lead vocalist and choreographer, and Petey “ “ Silverfish – one-time New Toreadors accordianist, harpsicordist, and home decorator. Fleshing out the rest of this talented quintet are Browmsey “Joe” Cleghorn (lead guitar), Joe “Browmsey” Cleghorn (lead bagpipe) (no relation), Sir Reginald (triglycerides), Bronto “32=(6xY)” Nimnimbaugh (tuning fork), Ken (turning the spit-crank), Lord Edmund Deckchair (absolutely nothing), Convoy “etc.” Convoy (string, bits of thread, a-wooga horn), Lt. Col. Dr. R.R. McCorg, U.S.M.C. (edible jelly), and Hugh “waste of space” Snodpuss (bum boy).
Disbanded back in '97, this jazzmo-turnpike techno-jive based afro-moondoggin' 3-fold quartet is really 12 & ½ groups in one. The title track - “17, 000 & Then Some Men on a Dead Man's Chesterfield” is a funk-a-doodle masterpiece; a megalicious frisson of easy listening/whistling/& computer genereated drone. Reputed to've been recorded in Browmsey Cleghorn's basement in under an hour, this 3 Lp set was actually produced in his closet over an 8 year period, in consecutive bursts of no more than 12 seconds at a time. This at turns novel and proven discipline accounts for some devastating but terse neo-antediluvian cross-over Opno-aryan cbnesgoboch.
The 3rd song on side 2; “The second Side's 3rd Song”, is an ironic skiffle-fused a capella chamber-piece set to the words of Edmund Spencer's “Faerie Queen”. With a hard-drivin', fast-livin', shit-stain-sniffin' glockenspiel beat, this gregorian shanty has enough R&B-bop bill-hilly syncro-schleppemobile leitmotif'n' thang to keep your corn-covered toes a poppin'. And all this long before you come. And all this long before you come to the rollickin' title track: “How to Sodomize Chinook Without Really Trying”. Bring your umbrella for this one!
Not only does the music deliver more bang for your buck but the artwork and cd extras are a steal in themselves. And like any of us, they should get out more often. I especially liked the dollop of ricotta and complimentary ceiling tile. The ultra-glossy non-recyclable pop-up of Cromwell is a must for any collector. Not to mention the autographed and embossed bit of lint. As for the rest of the treasures, I'll leave them for you to discover.
This fantabulous box-set is worth every penny of the $9 U.S. I paid for it on eBay. If you'd like a copy of this masterwork for yourself, please send $59.99 U.S. for the 20-odd 90-minute cd's and I'll see what I can do.
Until next time, this is the Monsignor, reminding you: go out and buy something, anything, just as long as you put words to the pictures
1969 - born 1969 - died
paintings 2000 - 2009 Published April 22, 2010
saved by drowning Published April 20, 2010
red book Published November 02, 2009
the prodigal sun/the aspern papers Published November 02, 2009
categorical lies/ex cathedral Published November 01, 2009
green book Published October 30, 2009
notes Published October 30, 2009
a salt on cavilry Published July 09, 2009