A rambling double-cassette that flits between several styles in a short amount of time? Normally I’d say, politely, FUCK NO, but Pousse Mort carry enough artillery to compete with even the German Army that’s been barraging the world with tape shrapnel. (Note: I just replaced the batteries in my Walkman and PM aren’t quite as corroded as I thought; still harsh though.) It’s the enthusiasm, rather than the paper-thin musicianship (though it is there), that brings Electric Snake Mutilation / Elevator across, so don’t go into this expecting any shredding. It’s beat machines and synth patterns that go bing… bing… bing. Also vocal ranting that reminds me of Manual Zombie and sub-level garage riffs. Near the end of Side A of Snake Mutilation there’s a sequence that might be the ultimate collage of post-Nintendo, age-of-Mincemeat Or Tenspeed values, yet it fades quickly. SHIT! A puzzling release you’ll have fun piecing together; I guarantee it (can I sell you a suit?). 50 copies = ouch.
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