Lover, the Lord Has Left Us

I tell ya' man, it's like nothing is real, ya' know. Not music. Not sound. Not life. There is no plan to follow, no logic behind it all. Anybody who tells you different is just part of the conspiracy, man! What we need more of is organic, free-flowing flows of flowery sound that is so far out it like, ya' know, fucks with your auditory nerves, man. That's what these guys at Sound of Animals Fighting, a collective of easy-groovers, have offered up here in this majestical album. This is just weirdness for weirdness' sake, so you'll either free-love it or want to send it to military school in Alaska and then send it off for a stretch in Saigon to learn some discipline (AKA you'll hate it).

To the lovers of eclectic nonsense, this is the stuff of an Aquarian age right in one CD. They traverse every frontier and then go off on musical tangents utilizing instruments that sometimes defy rhythm or reason. It's delightfully untamed and discombobulating fare for the tie-dye crowds. The straighter set will be wondering why these guys can't stop screwing around, remove the clutter from their songs, and then maybe get a real job. Basically, the fairer, crew-cut set will shrug this off as a bunch of repeated musical gimmicks that offer nothing new or impressive as a holistic musical production, but the starry-eyed, Indy-track mosh-pit minions will come to embrace the Sound of Animals Fighting. Because the sound of animals fighting is, like, wholly organic and good for you. Like whole-grain.