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This has to be one of the strangest records you'll ever hear. It's a reissue of cassette recordings from the mid-eighties by a 10-year-old mohawk-adorned kid from Elma, Washington, who went by the name of the Human Skab. Playing buckets, spoons, pots, pans, toy guns, gardening tools and even the microphone that came with the toy version of Snake Mountain (as in Skeletor's lair), the young Skab (aka Travis Roberts) laid down wildly discordant improvisations about the joy of smashing neighbours' windows and the horror of radiation poisoning. These recordings came to the attention of the press and captured the imaginations of various journalists, from the Sub Pop zine to Spin magazine. Eventually the very sound of this precocious, delinquent talent will start to eat away at your nerves, but in small doses this is an amazing listen, and a unique insight into the chaos and imagination of a restless 10-year-old boy.
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This has to be one of the strangest records you'll ever hear. It's a reissue of cassette recordings from the mid-eighties by a 10-year-old mohawk-adorned kid from Elma, Washington, who went by the name of the Human Skab. Playing buckets, spoons, pots, pans, toy guns, gardening tools and even the microphone that came with the toy version of Snake Mountain (as in Skeletor's lair), the young Skab (aka Travis Roberts) laid down wildly discordant improvisations about the joy of smashing neighbours' windows and the horror of radiation poisoning. These recordings came to the attention of the press and captured the imaginations of various journalists, from the Sub Pop zine to Spin magazine. Eventually the very sound of this precocious, delinquent talent will start to eat away at your nerves, but in small doses this is an amazing listen, and a unique insight into the chaos and imagination of a restless 10-year-old boy.
This has to be one of the strangest records you'll ever hear. It's a reissue of cassette recordings from the mid-eighties by a 10-year-old mohawk-adorned kid from Elma, Washington, who went by the name of the Human Skab. Playing buckets, spoons, pots, pans, toy guns, gardening tools and even the microphone that came with the toy version of Snake Mountain (as in Skeletor's lair), the young Skab (aka Travis Roberts) laid down wildly discordant improvisations about the joy of smashing neighbours' windows and the horror of radiation poisoning. These recordings came to the attention of the press and captured the imaginations of various journalists, from the Sub Pop zine to Spin magazine. Eventually the very sound of this precocious, delinquent talent will start to eat away at your nerves, but in small doses this is an amazing listen, and a unique insight into the chaos and imagination of a restless 10-year-old boy.
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This has to be one of the strangest records you'll ever hear. It's a reissue of cassette recordings from the mid-eighties by a 10-year-old mohawk-adorned kid from Elma, Washington, who went by the name of the Human Skab. Playing buckets, spoons, pots, pans, toy guns, gardening tools and even the microphone that came with the toy version of Snake Mountain (as in Skeletor's lair), the young Skab (aka Travis Roberts) laid down wildly discordant improvisations about the joy of smashing neighbours' windows and the horror of radiation poisoning. These recordings came to the attention of the press and captured the imaginations of various journalists, from the Sub Pop zine to Spin magazine. Eventually the very sound of this precocious, delinquent talent will start to eat away at your nerves, but in small doses this is an amazing listen, and a unique insight into the chaos and imagination of a restless 10-year-old boy.
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This has to be one of the strangest records you'll ever hear. It's a reissue of cassette recordings from the mid-eighties by a 10-year-old mohawk-adorned kid from Elma, Washington, who went by the name of the Human Skab. Playing buckets, spoons, pots, pans, toy guns, gardening tools and even the microphone that came with the toy version of Snake Mountain (as in Skeletor's lair), the young Skab (aka Travis Roberts) laid down wildly discordant improvisations about the joy of smashing neighbours' windows and the horror of radiation poisoning. These recordings came to the attention of the press and captured the imaginations of various journalists, from the Sub Pop zine to Spin magazine. Eventually the very sound of this precocious, delinquent talent will start to eat away at your nerves, but in small doses this is an amazing listen, and a unique insight into the chaos and imagination of a restless 10-year-old boy.