Damn. There’s a lot going on in this thing. There is a lot of fat Canadian Doo Wop with Indian bass bow wow’s in the back. A lot of garage craziness, but there was a lot of that on the other albums by this odd twosome. There is also a bunch of 90’s indie sounding stuff and some vulgar Hasil Adkins in there. By the way, if you’re looking for something to play next family get together, slap on Tastebuds. Then stare at your Aunt. For a long time. And it sounds like they were listening a lot to both the U.K. Subs and Chicago while they were making this album. Yeah. It is a fuckin mess. A sea blue black specked mess.
I don’t really like this album. Those of you who read this site often, meaning no one, won’t be surprised by this. I don’t like a lot of stuff. ‘Cuz I’m a jerk. But let me finish. Though I don’t like it as a whole, there are still a lot of songs on this thing that rock like fuckin’ hell, Truth Or Dare and Anala being stand outs. For my taste it’s just way too all over the map.
However, these two cats have proven their dedication to making quality noise, over and over again, see our reviews of their respective live shows. They set it off, reliably. The songs I don’t dig on this album done live, I have no doubt, would get me jumping, but on the record I ain’t moved. But I can forgive them some experimentation that I personally can’t get down with, cuz who am I any way? A cat with a non-read website that’s who. So, to bring a rambling piece to some sort of conclusion, if you don’t’ have anything by Khan and BBQ yet, don’t start with this one. Unless you want to. You won’t really be disappointed, unless you are a jerk.
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