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Oh,
la la, I dig greatly the way in which this Gallic trio
mix their nasty, hazy and thick as molasses sludge with
out of this world kinda psychedelic and pretty fucked up
noise. I am not even sure which instrument is being
used (is it a mellotron?) to create these spacey vibes,
but it saturates the music greatly and gives it quite
the original feeling. Then again, if it was all about
originality I’d give UFO Gestapo a very good grade. The
truth is, it is not all about originality. It is also
about musical quality and this trio doesn’t show much on
that front, leaving us with the bitter taste of
unexploited grand potential.
Yeah, there
are those not so fleeting moments when tunes like “Landing
Above” seem to fall into this deranged and nightmarish groove.
It’s cool. The ideas are very cool, but the end result needs work.
Not polishing, just more work on the songwriting. With volumes
competing at such ridiculous highs the vocals of the
unfortunate named Kkk get buried amidst tons of rubble and
debris. That may be intentional, after all, with everything else that’s
going on I am pretty sure the lyrics are more of an
afterthought.
The second half of “Fear Weed” is also stellar,
sounds like cavemen stoner rock meets astral post rocking guitar
playing. The distortion is overbearing. I like that. Then again,
even those cool guitar patterns are so buried, it’s almost a
disservice to the band’s genius.
By the time
UFO Gestapo get to “Peace Crap” they’ve trashed the space noise
and have become a rustic combo of obese electricity. The core of
their music is showing, the sound is natural. There is still a
lot going but that’s because the guitars are not only played in
typical fashion, but they are also flagellated, extracting of
them the type of noise that Thurston Moore was so good at a few
years ago. Regardless of the finished product, UFO Gestapo have
stumbled into a winning formula.
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