A bassist who pummels, pounds and slaps the fretboard like it had just
jumped ahead of him at the taxi-rank, a bare-topped drummer solemnly
thumping his skins like he was beating time on a Turkish slave-galley,
the freeform guitar lines of an inept crack-addled Robert Fripp dragged
mercilessly through a wasp farm and a vocalist whose squawks and screeches smack of the sugar-fix tantrums of a retarded 6-year old. All this combines to produce the effect of being yelled at by an alcoholic in a
disco.
Hunting Lodge make music at the point where the boredom has long since
abated, the point where a kind of manic joy sets in, the dull chorus of 700
computer fans and phone operatives becomes giddily thrilling, and your
every gesture becomes exaggerated and hilarious. In their ecstatic
celebration of Nothing, Hunting Lodge salvage the pawnshop gold of
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Boredoms, and King Crimson, infuse it in
vats of piss and come away with base metal. Repetitive churning dirges
framed by drunken skiffle, giddy house rhythms and inept free-form
freakouts are clamped around lyrics about Whitby, a wizard and seagulls
trapped in bins.
ENERGY CZAR ALBUM buy it noweeee!
FARMGR-007
1. HERO OF THE BEACH
2. DUB GHOST
3. FREEBYRD
4. ARKANSAS PINE BLUFF GOLDEN LIONS
5. THE AVERAGE SOUND OF WHITLEY BAY
6. I AM FEUDAL JAPAN 7.
SILVER PRINCE
8. COSMIC LIGHTNING
9. (K)PALIXIO, NATURE WIZERED
10. THE PLOUGH
11. HOLY QUATERNITY OF COUNTRY SINGERS 12.
WARNING TO BIRDS
YOU'VE WAITED FOR THIS ALBUM TO DROP LONG TIME AND YOU'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF THEM. IT'S A QUEERLY WONDERFUL WORLD, YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT, YOU DRONING WALLOWING FOOLS!
HERE IS THE SAME SONG PLAYED OVER AND OVER AGAIN, MIRRORING THE HELL OF THE OVEREXPOSED WORLD OF UTTER NEON BILGE, AND IT'S ALL GREAT! BUT DAMN IT IF YOU'D KNOW THE DIFFERENCE. YOU'VE A LOVELY PICTURE OF MONA LISA IN YOUR PRETTY LOCKET, AND YOUR RINGTONE CALLS YOU A FUCKPOPE FOR A POUND A POP, FERCHRISTSAKE!
MEN OF UNITUS HAVE JUST COMPLETED THEIR DEBUT LONG PLAYING ORACLE OF A WORLD YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU'D WANT TO INHABIT. BUT, LOOK!! YOU'RE ALREADY KNEE DEEP IN THE STUFF AND YOUR FAVOURITE WALLOWING PANT SHOPPIE IS NOW A FUCKING TESCO'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT PRODUCTION LINE, AND YOU'VE NO IDEA'S LEFT IN THE OLD TEA STRAINER.
"GLAND OF HOPE AND GLORY", THE PSYCHEDELIC K-HOLE, IS AN OVERBLOWN BEAST OF NIGHTMARESTUFF. NEWS IS THAT RECORDING WAS TOUGH. WHEN YOU'VE GOT THE KIDS AND THE FUCKING CULTURE BOBBIES KNOCKING YOUR DOOR DOWN DEMANDING YOU HALT THE CAVING IN OF THEIR FRAGILE EGGSHELL NOGGINS, EVERY SWEET LORD GIVEN SECOND, THAT THEIR SQUALL BECOMES A TINNITUSUAL GLORY THAT ONLY A CHOSEN FEW CAN HANDLE - YOU STRUGGLE.
RADOVAN KARADZIC, SERBIAN SOFTBAG, ALWAYS SAID : " YOU CREATE THE WORLD TO TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF". AND YOU HAVE TO AGREE.
A REVOLVING SEXUAL METAL PUN THAT WAS NEVER FUNNY, BUT TELLS YOU A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN ANYONE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE INTERESTED IN. WHETHER YOU WANT TO FORGET IT ALL OR STARE IT BLANK IN THE FACE AND SHOUT WILDLY INTO THE INFINITE EYE OF JEHOVAH, YOU CAN GO FOR IT!
OUT NOW NO LITE RECORDS AS DIGGIT ALL DOWNLOAD ON iTUNES AND CD, YOU HAVE BEEN KINDLY WARNED. YOU DESERVE SOMETHING, RIGHT?
LIVE PERFORMANCES, EVERY WHICH WAY, ARE SUBJECT TO THE HALTING OF MASS AGGRESSIVE FACE RUBBING AND EYE ROLLING PALSY. KEEP EM PEELED, SMART GUY.
Hunting Lodge August 22nd, 2008 by Tim Wardyn Energy Czar Yosada Records This is one of the worst albums I’ve ever heard. It’s an absolute cacophonous mess. It sounds like a 5-year-old who found drumsticks and a drum set and started going crazy and one of his friends yelling incoherantly into a microphone while trying to figure out how a guitar works. It’s not worth the disc it’s printed on. Unless they are trying to be dadaists, they should quit. Honestly. http://www. hunting-lodge. net
i was so close! your lyrics sound really meaningful, will you write them all down for me? better still, type them onto some paper and photocopy it 20 times and sell it as a zine in time for xmas
i liked the one where it sounds like you're saying 'big piece of shiny CAKE' or whatver, you know the one with the clarinet that sounds like a medium sized mammal being strangled/a seagull. put that one up.
PPPAAARRTYYYYY!!!! The infamous electropopists DAGGER BROTHERS are playing their tracks from their new album coming out on the VOID OF OVALS imprint DJ SET by the two famous french rednecks-pranksters DJ BRETAGNE and DJ PAYS BASQUE flying right from PARIS
From ugly spanish bastards serenades, italians stealing power-chords, Puerto-Rico kids raised in the Bronx latin flavors, to hungry indians Blondie rip-offs, "dad is also my grand-dad" Texas rock'n'rollers,Bavarian beerfest folklore,Mexican thrash metal, loud and nasty garage-trash from the supergrave, gay electro discotechno, raw chicagoans "pre-crackhead era" rhythm'n'blues, finest french music and cool 60's girlie cuts to fuck your girlfriend's best friend in your mom's car"...
also CHRISTOPHER! aka THE WEALTHY ILLUSTRATOR playing the best weirdo-pop and outsider rock
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NEW TRACKS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A few tracks from the album "Gland Of Hope And Glory" are now up on MOU site. Album out in March. Enjoy. MOU
Hunting Lodge is the sound of idiot bearded children channelling scum-prog [on the selling room floor]; a twitching energy of freeform skronk, swaggering hi-life strut and anthemic prog concentrated into a sustained sugar tantrum of joyous macho excess - reclaiming pop for men with more body hair than sense.
The live shows are quickly becoming legendary; witnessed in squats, clubs and backrooms around Europe by increasing numbers of happily bewildered onlookers. An unpredictable overwhelming spectacle that swallows every accident that falls in its path and vomits it all back out in a sloppy sparkling stream. The experience varies wildly from gig to gig as songs are continually twisted into new shapes by blown fuses, karaoke stage invasions, and singer Dan Chandler's erratic ape-savant vocalisations.
On record the sound is tighter but no less joyful, with the chaos of the live shows traded in for a noise rock cabaret of riffs, pounding beats and giddy skiffle. Obtuse freeform tunes are woven around rumbling bass lines and rock-solid drumming in a mixture that took "Hero of the Beach" from their 2006 debut "Energy Czar" to No 18 in that year's BBC Radio 1 Festive 50.
Soon to be re-released, improved and repackaged, by Yosada Records in the US, Energy Czar was engineered by John Stevens (responsible for Electric Wizard's massive "Dopethrone"), mastered at ear shredding levels by Weasel Walter of the Flying Luttenbache
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