THE FLYING LUTTENBACHERS
...The Truth Is A Fucking Lie... (Skin Graft)
Reviewed by Holly Day

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I like it, but I don't know what it is. Some kind of spluttering, evil-sounding collection of machines and violins, mangled samples and acrobatic percussion, tortured horns, metallic-sounding thumps and white noise. It's free jazz, it's dark metal (like the stuff from Sveden, yah), it's performance art, it's a toaster. It slices, it dices, it's so dark and angry and painful at times it's enough to make you run screaming from the torment pouring pouring pouring from your trembling speaker cabinets, it's gloomy and oppressive and full of beautiful colors, screeching, speeding, suddenly stopping, starting again, an album of pure chaotic dissonance and aural fireworks that has the audacity to call itself "just music."

© 2001 - Holly Day