What the hell are Drag City feeding their roster of late on, no sooner do we despatch ka baird then along come dead rider replete with its own strangely unsettling video in tow to boot. This is ‘the ideal’ – starts a tad woozy I’ll admit but once kicked in, well I say kicked in optimistically, because it kind of does and doesn’t, blighter threatens to settle into a swing, but pauses, jars and spars crafting out a deliciously schizoid and warping palette of dislocated and fractured psych funk with offset calypso mosaics muddying the mix, very Deerhoof meets Battles had they been trying out for Bureau B, frankly off the page.
the sunday experience 