Poking its head out of the shell that is Cincinnati’s
expanding and unstoppable experimental music scene is this band… Conventional
stripped minimal unconventional songs with the spirit of The Cramps, Fuxter Schittly (Local), Hogscrapper (local) or even the Butthole Surfers, Songs about
prostitutes is one hillbilly rompin’ rockabilly rippin’ piece of corn mash
tongue in cheek whiskey weirdness after the next. While bringing to mind a
darker version of Johnny Horton except admiringly entrusted to repetitive
weekends of strong, controversial hallucinatory methods. Songs About
Prostitutes delivers twelve abrasive almost stream of consciousness based
mountain music songs… ‘Country Music?’ Which country you ask? You know, the
one…the part of the mountain that is rarely seen and nearly forgotten… Until
your gently reminded that all is NOT under your control. You thought you had it
all figured out but no… You don’t. There are uncontrollable elements on the
periphery of your boundaries that truly control your actions… The Piranha
Principle. Too many to control. Give them space. The universe works itself out
to evened proportions. Yin-yang. Someones gotta do it isn’t just a principle of
communism… it’s a fact of life in any society since society was founded. Chaos,
madness… That good high or accidental morning drunk… Songs that are unabridged
not especially designed to be offensive but thought provoking and
confrontational where it needs to be and all out weird freaky other times.
Production factors are high with this one. Well recorded and honestly, this
wasn’t a bad listen. I had my doubts at first I will admit but this CD is (as I
will explain in following post soon on …Thwart!) Songs is exhuming with
confidence, resilience and creativity. There is a beauty about a song like
“Skinheads are Faggots” that ends up making sense in the end. The brooding-ness
of “Black Bone Ridge” makes me wonder if Lux Interior is really dead after all…
The blues ish “Linda Bell”… This stuff is dead on interesting. Someones gotta
do it… So you don’t have to. Thats what a hero is.
Cicadatone POB 20181 Cincinnati, Ohio. 45220
