Monday, July 9, 2012

Moth Cock - Moth Cock (Tusco/Embassy, 2012)


It's really no secret (or surprise) that I love Kent, Ohio's Moth Cock. For years I've been saying that they're so ahead of the curve they're actually behind it, and their new self-titled (or untitled, I'm not really sure) LP on the mighty Tusco/Embassy proves once again, that along with misery, absurdity loves company. The LP itself comes in hand-screened sleeves (a staple of the Tusco aesthetic), and comes in either orange, brown, or orange/brown split vinyl. Now, if the music on this disc wasn't enough of a trip, the A-side of the record actually plays backwards-- meaning you start the needle on the inside of the disc and it spirals outwards-- while the B-side plays like a normal record. The confusion I faced trying to play this thing only foreshadowed what was to come.

The A-side consists of some kind of hazy, cannabis-tinged wall of drone with modulated clarinets cutting in and out just as effortlessly and freely as any jazz great. It gets to the point where you're not really sure what you're hearing other than a reverb-soaked acid flashback, but damn does it sound nice. By the time the drums come in the side is almost over, and it just cuts out suddenly, leaving you with a hole inside that you never knew existed. This one creeps up on you to say the least.

I will say though, Moth Cock really shines on the B-side of this one. There's a lot less reverb (which, although usually appreciated, really muddies up the modulation on the A-side), and the weird stuff going on can really come through. I hate to make comparisons, but the more times I spin this record, the more it sounds like a lost Black Dice recording from the Creature Comforts sessions. It's full of blips, beeps, and even more horns. Oh and did I mention the absolutely evil sounding Jupiter 6 cutting in and out? If anything could make this record any stranger, it would have to be how it ends the same way it comes in, the blaring, delayed horns.

The last time I caught up with Doug from Moth Cock, he told me about how a few 5-foot-tall iron letters mysteriously showed up in the yard of a house he rents, so he sold them at his garage sale. Then he told me that when you're a weird dude, weird things just kind of happen to you. I think this record is Doug's way of giving his little bit of weird back to the world, as if we didn't have enough absurdity already.



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