’Country Cassette’ sounds for all the world like Flat Beat Eric being ritually battered with, in no particular order, bits of driftwood, a trombone, a beardy-wierdo’s stolen squeezebox, some discarded car bumper and a lead pipe. Junk-funk anyone?
And yet, on top of the neck-crushing munch, there’s quality windsweepin’ 60s sweetnex of vocals, arpeggiating acoustic guitars, squalls of sublime organic face-freezing ethereality. It all makes for a gloopy, tousled mulch of sonically tangled seaweed and naked, alt.dork electrolyte distraction.
And they can do the singer songwriter thang too – B-side Flourescent Jacket is the accomplished, and extremely natural, sound of a group discovering that their nascent voice can be both dynamically direct and tenderly true.