Genre: Electronic / Rhythmic / Industrial

01 i kut off hed with blacklite bulb
02 dance in dark one eye was patch
03 blood on hands poop on dancefloor
04 pills R 4 crazy strobe lite
05 smoke machine made hair look nice
06 detroit warehouse sweat on hed
07 bloody finger in birthday kake
08 dj booth i saw dedd dj inside
09 shake something a little nastie
10 we R going 2 die 2 nite

Goddamn I love this job!! Where else would I get the chance to review an album that glories in the name of ‘Arse Moves’ eh? Why, only here at Heathen Harvest, that’s where!!

All joking aside though, despite what one might infer from the jokey title (and song names) and any expectations one might conjure up regarding the quality of the music contained therein, this is actually not as bad an affair as would possibly be expected. Certainly I had visions of a succession of quick-fire meaningless stabs at ‘music’ played on a something like a child’s toy organ or something made by Casio in the early eighties, rather inadequately recorded and even more inadequately composed and performed. Okay, so it’s not going to be winning any awards for originality or compositional finesse for sure; and while it isn’t all that bad as such things go, it does have quite a few limitations.

In many respects the songs are as throwaway as the song-titles, and it does betray its DIY origins in the quality of the recordings. But at least kudos must be given to whoever is responsible for creating these ten pieces of crunch ‘n’ rhythm; whoever it is has made a very brave attempt at putting together something coherent, something which is also musical in its own bizarrely spasticated and unsophisticated way, and enlivened and underpinned the whole mess with lashings of robotic drum-machine rhythms. There’s a very strong punk aesthetic of unabashed freeform noisiness, coupled with rhythmic machine repetitiveness and orderliness, that soaks its way into every note and every beat on here, plus there’s nothing complicated or pretentious about it, it’s just straight down the line without any unnecessary frills, a case of just turn the machine on, leave the room, and let it get on with it.

I must admit though that after a while the whole affair did get a tad monotonous and slightly samey – in many ways I think that was solely down to the limitations of formula employed to create these pieces. While the handwritten insert raised a smile about it being released a few times and subsequently ‘forgotten’ each time, it also unfortunately summed up the whole album in a way. The sad truth is that as soon as this leaves my CD tray, it’ll get forgotten until it gets chanced upon sometime in the future and then, when put it into the CD player, it’ll be remembered why it was forgotten it in the first place.

On the whole though, it ain’t bad, but neither is it a startling revelation. It plods along at its own pace, some of the songs are a mite overlong, but overall it does possess something of a rough appeal in a kind of ‘unfinished’ way. While I won’t be recommending it particularly highly, neither am I going to dismiss it outright – this is one of those releases that occupies a middle ground that places it firmly somewhere between utter crap and utter brilliance – in other words it’s okay.