Genre: Experimental Pop

01 Cat People of the New Ice Age
02 The Great Flood
03 The Young Pioneers Discover Magic
04 Closeup of Reflection in Insect’s Shell
05 Spiritual Sci-Fi
06 Camp Arden
07 Mother Daughter Day
08 The Metal Glass Band

Never judge a book by its cover... this one may just have you running for the hills though, but more on that later.

Avant-pop from a veritable menagerie of instrumentalists and vocalists and a press release statement that hails the new future of music as being here, and well, being in New England from where the twenty-something Kurt Weisman hails. Pop without concern for form, clusters of electronics and organics wielded as carefully as the production which drips the sweat of hard labour to put something this bizarre and nonlinear into a linear fashion.

Mr. Weisman’s voice and his deft twitching of savvy post-production are the only unifying feature in “Spiritual Sci-Fi”, it’s a smorgasbord of oddities and sounds that never linger. With a falsetto that terrifies as it is sickly sweet, Weisman, populates the broken fields of sound with cartoon perfection or feminine charm; a disturbing and gutsy presentation.

Never judge a book by its cover... the music is full of decay, filtered by layers of computerized effects, too numerous to mention or digest, it’s chaotic pop that could never survive on the radio-waves of today’s verse chorus verse pose video crowd. Yet for all its noise it is not abrasive, not disruptive to your heartbeat by constant low oscillations of white wailing, it is a carnival of Euclidian sound, a merry-go-round that leaves you vomiting and laughing and smiling and ready to get back on for a second time, even if you know you probably shouldn’t. It’s just an experience. Pleasant melodies swim from the fifties and sixties before being chewed upon and spat at you with a smile and a caress. Summer days, well, edited footage of it, spliced and mixed with subliminals that you can never quite capture no matter how slow you freeze frame.

Now, the cover. Look beyond it, even if instills a repulsive effect deep in the pit of your stomach, and not that pleasant one on the merry-go-round as aforementioned. One of those shaded cartoon Americanime girls with slanted eyes wrapping a condom around a fish just gathered from the arctic (it is supposed to be saliva) – a clear reference to track number 1. But look beyond it. The jewel case comes with an eight-page booklet containing lyrics to stop the spinning of your eyes from the audio.