Maxi DaddReview by Darren Kerr
Guitars thick as a fast-food milkshake meld with astro wheedle keyboards, meaty pulse bass and vocals both distorted and ethereal to form a heavy psychedelic clusterfuck. Songs like "More," with its Floydish ending, and "Cantina," which sounds like a flamenco Portishead revamping "The Great Gig in the Sky," stand along crushing tracks like "A Feast in the Bath (8 Layer Dip)" (with the chorus "tell me lies but don't talk shit") and the trippy slowburn of "Devistator."
The three pieces closing out the album are soundscapes: "Fourhead" is in the realm of vintage Gong and P-Funk's "Maggot Brain," with some lysergic string-slinging by Sho Murray and Paul Floyd; "Banana Inferno" is the sound of keyboardist Sancholuxurious reaching synth nirvana after biting through his restraints; and "Transmission: Hello" is high-pitched fuckery that should not be listened to loud through headphones lest you are trying to teach your ears a lesson.
A spectacular first release given a great mix by Larry Anschell and Tridon -- in lesser hands this could've been a mess. But, hey, guys, send me a lyric sheet so I can find out how cosmic you really are...