They're gonna be the next oasis. See what some of their reviewers around the globe say of them. Check out what "the others" have to say about SPOOGE.
The Music Paper and a couple others:
Roy Abrams
SPOOGE, Nice And Warm (CT6) If you took Frank Zappa, the Mahavishnu Orchestra, Howard Stern and Bozo, forced them into a giant food processor and pressed the "puree" button (remembering, of course, to keep the lid on tight), you might well end up with a collection of material like this. The musical ideas are clever and tightly executed and the lyrical musings reflect some of the most twisted, perverse thought processes I’ve ever stumbled across in a while. I’d like to hear a bit more. -RA
SPOOGE
"Nice and warm" Dans le style des groupes completement deglingues et enclassables, SPOOGE a le merite de s’y voir figure. Le terme "fusion" prend sa veritable signification tout au long de cette demo, cela rendrait presque un certain Franck Zappa deboussole. Passer du heavy au jazz en incluant de elements thrash et funk et cela avec une reelle maitrise technique, voici la raison de vivre de SPOOGE et le contenu de cette surprenante cassette. FRANCE
SPOOGE-Nice And Warm What will you get when you order this Spooge? Lessons in Egyptian mytho, vans backing into other vehicles, near-total music annihilation with a strange cohesiveness that will have you questioning your speakers, tape deck, ears, mind, sanity, cardinal sins, rottotillers and Bill Cosby, choruses with Debbie Boone and an enraged Godzilla. The only ingredient absent that would totally throw this over the edge is a nice, wild experimental jazz trumpet behind a female opera singer throwing up while operating a steamshovel. Wayward and cantankerous, “Savannah Cobain”, “The Imp Of The Perverse” and “Ewe Are In My Dreams” epitomize freestyle music with a good production to boot.
Dave Rohrbach
Guitar player praises the Joey Lodes
M3 Magazine and babble
release: Nice And Warm (6-track cassette)
personnel: Vitamin E, Jonny Hebivore, Joe Lodes, Tubbeth Son of Flubber
So, it’s late at night, close to deadline, and I’m sifting through a huge pile of submissions, trying to find something that will blow me away. Reluctantly, I choose a tape by a band with a revolting name, mostly because their press kit literally made me laugh out loud (they try to describe their music by comparing it to "thing in existence of equal or greater amazingness," my favorite being "the flowing lizuidity of plot, such as in Ishtar"). Take doses of Primus, Fishbone, Zappa, Naked City, and Napalm Death, and you might have a clue what you are in for, but you still won’t be fully prepared. The opening tune alone - "Ewe Are In My Dreams" - mixes tri-tone thumping bass, mock operatic vocals, multiple odd meters, barnyard animals, leads that would make Vai blush, and nods to Olivia Newton John and Sinead O’Connor. Similar craziness is found all over this tape, which is flawlessly recorded, and with its myriad of samples, multiple-layered vocals, and a wealth of ear candy that includes everything but the kitchen sink, I don’t even want to think how long it took to record and especially to mix. I have received several releases from bands who try to take the esoteric humor of a Zappa release but don’t have nearly the musical chops, or who have fantastic musicianship but take themselves way too seriously. Well, Spooge has the best of both worlds, and when I say the music is complex and the musicianship first rate, I don’t say it lightly. The absolutely faw-dropping, technically dazzling drumming of Tubbeth, Son of Flubber (yes, that’s his name) is beyond comprehension, as is the mixture of metal pyrotechnics and Holsworthian (you won’t find that in a dictionary) hormonic stylings of guitarist Lodes. The band has the same commercial potential as a recording of moose mating calls, some things are terribly tasteless (another quote from their press kit describes their music as having "the tenderness of Ron Jeremy’s memberness"), and at some points they go so far over the top they’re almost unlistenable, but I don’t care. It’s all great, totally outrageous, and gave me the same childlike glee I had the first time I heard "Joe’s Garage." Call or e-mail these guys to find out how to get their tape; It’s like nothing you’ve heard in a long time.
-Rich Lupescu
What will you get when you order this Spooge? Lessons in Egyptian mytho, vans backing into other vehicles, near-total music annihilation with a strange cohesiveness that will have you questioning your speakers, tape deck, ears, mind, sanity, cardinal sins, rottotillers and Bill Cosby, choruses with Debbie Boone and an enraged Godzilla. The only ingredient absent that would totally throw this over the edge is a nice, wild experimental jazz trumpet behind a female opera singer throwing up while operating a steamshovel. Wayward and cantankerous, "Savannah Cobain", "The Imp Of The Perverse" and "Ewe Are In My Dreams" epitomize freestyle music with a good production to boot.
The First Church of Shatnerology praises SPOOGE
Spooge
Dear Joey, HOT DAMN TAMALE! This is music unlike any other I’ve heard before –it out-Primuses Primus! This music is more fun than chaining up midgets in your basement! This music is obviously anointed by the holy essence of the OneTrue Shatner. I loved the Shatner bit on the demo tape. I always figured Kirk could kick a Ceylon’s ass –now I have proof. I would like to wholeheartedly welcome you into the warm moist folds of the world of the First Church of Shatnerology. In fact, if you don’t yet have an official sponsor, I would like to name you as the "Official Band of the First Church of Shatnerology". Dominus Vobiscum. Amen.
I found it interesting that the "Guitar Player" magazine blurb mentiond Gil Gerard. BEWARE OF GIL GERARD, FOR HE IS THE ANTISHATNER MADE FLESH! Think about it, Gil Gerard’s career is nothing but a pale imitation of the career of the OTS. He had his own less’ successful science fiction show. He had a less-successful "Rescue 911" show. On top of it all, HIS WIFE DUMPED HIM FOR JOHN TESH! Finally, Gil Gerard graduated from my high school (Catholic High School for Boys in Little Rock, Ar), so this cives a nice bit of controversy.
Back to your stuff. I’ve never heard music that changes styles so often. It seemed to go from Primus to Zappa to Death metal in the same line! Strangely enough, it works. Hopefully you will begin a world tour soon. I’d love to see you guys live. I’d also like to jam with you guys onstage. Unfortunately, I have no musical abilities whatsoever, so that might not be possible. If you came up with a song with a monologue piece in the middle (like Elvis’s "Are you lonesome tonight"), I could contribute a nut-wrinching rant.
Keep in touch!
John Hattan
Grand High Uberpopetitude of the First Church of Shatnerology. Protector of all things toupeed. Repeller of Marmosets. Defender of the Rind.
P.S. If you haven’t seen "The Devil’s Rain", you must rent it. It stars Shatner, Ernest Borgnine, and Anton LeVay (former head of the Church of Satan). Shatner is crucified upside-down. A very young John Travolta shouts his first lines in any movie ("Blasphemer! Blasphemer!). In a triumphant ending, the entire cast, including Shatner, melts! You could do an entire album about this movie!
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