Paul Allen, who appeared on the very first Rocket 7" of 1998 with The Heads, fronts Anthroprophh, an outfit who take both garage-bound filth and wayward, abstract artistry to zones beyond comprehension.
"The third release on Rocket for this power lives up to its name in driving just such demented predilections into head-spinning chaos. Structured by Allen's admission akin to Can's "Tago Mago", this is a cliff-edge into sanity-risking overload which has much in common with the glory days of 1971- the Nurse-With-Wound list realm of record-collector gold where heavy rock, nascent prog and wilfully art-damaged netherscapes thrived.
Equal space for everything-on-11 riffage of a distinctly Stoogian/stygian stripe, bracing musique concrete, Butthole Surfers-esque bedlam, Chrome-style sci-fi noise-pop, surreal British humour, and what sounds essentially like a 0s NASA HQ going up in flames.
Who's to say exactly where Anthroprophh move on from this guileless aural endtime mission.
Yet "OMEGAVILLE" - in the tradition of most great out-rock and psych-noise - feels very much like a foot placed firmly on the accelerator in search of dimensions unknown - a liminal zone where fuzz and wah transcend space and time."
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Paul Allen, who appeared on the very first Rocket 7" of 1998 with The Heads, fronts Anthroprophh, an outfit who take both garage-bound filth and wayward, abstract artistry to zones beyond comprehension.
"The third release on Rocket for this power lives up to its name in driving just such demented predilections into head-spinning chaos. Structured by Allen's admission akin to Can's "Tago Mago", this is a cliff-edge into sanity-risking overload which has much in common with the glory days of 1971- the Nurse-With-Wound list realm of record-collector gold where heavy rock, nascent prog and wilfully art-damaged netherscapes thrived.
Equal space for everything-on-11 riffage of a distinctly Stoogian/stygian stripe, bracing musique concrete, Butthole Surfers-esque bedlam, Chrome-style sci-fi noise-pop, surreal British humour, and what sounds essentially like a 0s NASA HQ going up in flames.
Who's to say exactly where Anthroprophh move on from this guileless aural endtime mission.
Yet "OMEGAVILLE" - in the tradition of most great out-rock and psych-noise - feels very much like a foot placed firmly on the accelerator in search of dimensions unknown - a liminal zone where fuzz and wah transcend space and time."
Paul Allen, who appeared on the very first Rocket 7" of 1998 with The Heads, fronts Anthroprophh, an outfit who take both garage-bound filth and wayward, abstract artistry to zones beyond comprehension.
"The third release on Rocket for this power lives up to its name in driving just such demented predilections into head-spinning chaos. Structured by Allen's admission akin to Can's "Tago Mago", this is a cliff-edge into sanity-risking overload which has much in common with the glory days of 1971- the Nurse-With-Wound list realm of record-collector gold where heavy rock, nascent prog and wilfully art-damaged netherscapes thrived.
Equal space for everything-on-11 riffage of a distinctly Stoogian/stygian stripe, bracing musique concrete, Butthole Surfers-esque bedlam, Chrome-style sci-fi noise-pop, surreal British humour, and what sounds essentially like a 0s NASA HQ going up in flames.
Who's to say exactly where Anthroprophh move on from this guileless aural endtime mission.
Yet "OMEGAVILLE" - in the tradition of most great out-rock and psych-noise - feels very much like a foot placed firmly on the accelerator in search of dimensions unknown - a liminal zone where fuzz and wah transcend space and time."
Paul Allen, who appeared on the very first Rocket 7" of 1998 with The Heads, fronts Anthroprophh, an outfit who take both garage-bound filth and wayward, abstract artistry to zones beyond comprehension.
"The third release on Rocket for this power lives up to its name in driving just such demented predilections into head-spinning chaos. Structured by Allen's admission akin to Can's "Tago Mago", this is a cliff-edge into sanity-risking overload which has much in common with the glory days of 1971- the Nurse-With-Wound list realm of record-collector gold where heavy rock, nascent prog and wilfully art-damaged netherscapes thrived.
Equal space for everything-on-11 riffage of a distinctly Stoogian/stygian stripe, bracing musique concrete, Butthole Surfers-esque bedlam, Chrome-style sci-fi noise-pop, surreal British humour, and what sounds essentially like a 0s NASA HQ going up in flames.
Who's to say exactly where Anthroprophh move on from this guileless aural endtime mission.
Yet "OMEGAVILLE" - in the tradition of most great out-rock and psych-noise - feels very much like a foot placed firmly on the accelerator in search of dimensions unknown - a liminal zone where fuzz and wah transcend space and time."
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Paul Allen, who appeared on the very first Rocket 7" of 1998 with The Heads, fronts Anthroprophh, an outfit who take both garage-bound filth and wayward, abstract artistry to zones beyond comprehension.
"The third release on Rocket for this power lives up to its name in driving just such demented predilections into head-spinning chaos. Structured by Allen's admission akin to Can's "Tago Mago", this is a cliff-edge into sanity-risking overload which has much in common with the glory days of 1971- the Nurse-With-Wound list realm of record-collector gold where heavy rock, nascent prog and wilfully art-damaged netherscapes thrived.
Equal space for everything-on-11 riffage of a distinctly Stoogian/stygian stripe, bracing musique concrete, Butthole Surfers-esque bedlam, Chrome-style sci-fi noise-pop, surreal British humour, and what sounds essentially like a 0s NASA HQ going up in flames.
Who's to say exactly where Anthroprophh move on from this guileless aural endtime mission.
Yet "OMEGAVILLE" - in the tradition of most great out-rock and psych-noise - feels very much like a foot placed firmly on the accelerator in search of dimensions unknown - a liminal zone where fuzz and wah transcend space and time."