Sam Gas Can
Baby, Am I Trippy? [CS; Singapore Sling]

Sam Gas Can might have written this album with just whistling. Maybe he used some hand-holding and possibly skipping. Saturday morning cartoons. Cookie Crisp® cereal crumbles on the corners of his lips and milk dribbling down his chin is how this album might have been created. But for as little-kid as all that sounds, Baby, Am I Trippy? is still PG-13, at least (for light drug-related humor and questionable language). He’s sort of grown up and he sort of knows exactly what he’s doing, forming drums, keyboards, and voices into a little gang of miscreant musicians. What Sam Gas Can’s actual voice sounds like, we’ll never know. Whether or not he’s a sane, rational human being - a mystery. We listen and wonder. We wonder how “fly off the handle” means interjecting a tune with Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy,” as rendered on a Casio keyboard. We wonder about the weirdo rapping, and who this “Anthro Rex” person might be. How the soundtrack to an 80s sitcom managed to fit so well on this cassette. And we wonder how in the Sam-Gas-Can-hell Russian label Singapore Sling manages to continue its home-run derby year of almost entirely US-based artists with ace tapes like this one.

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