4 stars
Fuck miracles. The art/pop diaspora of the last few years transverses
regions, as this first non-CDr release from Forest Pitch imagineur
Craig Coulthard's revolving musical troupe proves in spades. With a
title taken from a nineteenth century German theory of the country's
'special path,' Sonderweg opens with some very wise spoken words before
Coulthard and cohorts take their own special path through a terrain of
bad-ass guitar garage, deep-fried saloon-bar twang, space-jazz chorales
and a hint of ceilidhism to flesh out Coulthard's erudite epic
narratives.
With synthesised burbles and operatic warbles lending jauntiness
throughout, Where Did You Come From? is weirdly infectious enough to
sound like a Caledonian take on Bob Dorough's Three is A Magic Number,
while Heather The Weather is a novelty smash hit in waiting. Think of a
po-mo Proclaimers corrupted by swathes of Zappaesque dryness, and
you're still only halfway to paradise.
The List, January 2013
ends
Fuck miracles. The art/pop diaspora of the last few years transverses
regions, as this first non-CDr release from Forest Pitch imagineur
Craig Coulthard's revolving musical troupe proves in spades. With a
title taken from a nineteenth century German theory of the country's
'special path,' Sonderweg opens with some very wise spoken words before
Coulthard and cohorts take their own special path through a terrain of
bad-ass guitar garage, deep-fried saloon-bar twang, space-jazz chorales
and a hint of ceilidhism to flesh out Coulthard's erudite epic
narratives.
With synthesised burbles and operatic warbles lending jauntiness
throughout, Where Did You Come From? is weirdly infectious enough to
sound like a Caledonian take on Bob Dorough's Three is A Magic Number,
while Heather The Weather is a novelty smash hit in waiting. Think of a
po-mo Proclaimers corrupted by swathes of Zappaesque dryness, and
you're still only halfway to paradise.
The List, January 2013
ends
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