That was my "High School Deep Philosophy Guy Moment" for the day.
So the whole thing starts off with a big "HA!" like they're JUST LAUGHING IN OUR FACES... then everything spins out of control backwards like a bizarre, twisty freight train with the wheels flying off at every bump, kicking you around like a glorious tornado... but wait, is that just DO THE MARIO IN REVERSE?? What a clever bunch of lads!
The next track, kind of sort of the title track ("Feed Us"... "Fetus"... geddit??? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) is also amazing,
Here are some knock-knock jokes related to the topic we've discussed here today:
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Foetus
Foetus who?
FOETUS, THE BAND CALLED FOETUS hohohohoho
Knock knock!
Who's there?
The Most Ever Company
The Most Ever Company who?
I don't know, fuck you!!!!!
Knock knock!
Who's there?
The members of The Most Ever Company
The members of The Most Ever Company who?
I said I don't know!!! THEY'RE ALL "ANONYMOOSE" LIKE THOSE RASCALS THE RESIDENTS!!!
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Trey Spruance
Trey Spruance who?
No no, I said "Tres Truants." I was counting how many children didn't show up for my Spanish class today. I don't know the Spanish word for "truants" though. So that's what happened there.
Nevertheless, I gots to be warn youse - this isn't really a Chimp Change album. It's a THE MOST EVER COMPANY album. But it's still probably the only possible way they could have followed up Fetus. I mean, how do you improve on a style like that? There's no way. So, rather than repeat yourselves, why not just pretend the whole thing was a joke? Offensive? Nah. Hilarious and entirely appropriate, just like the much-berated "King Koopa's Kool Kartoons" (which I thought was brilliant - especially seeing Maz on stage wearing a shirt). Chimp Change were nothing but goofball thugs who wrote some great songs - their FANS were the revolutionary ones. Well.... you know what I mean. If thousands of kids hadn't colored their hair and painted their noses, Chimp Change would have been just another circus act. It was the copycat fans that made them a phenomenon, dang it all.
Which reminds me - when I was in high school, it sure seemed neat to color and shave your hair in weird shapes and stuff, but in retrospect, it sure was lame. Folks have been doing it for 50 years. FIFTY YEARS. Mohawks for FIFTY YEARS. Safety pins and painting "Subhumans" on the back of black leather jackets for FIFTY YEARS. Speaking for myself, I'd MUCH rather see a Chimp Change reunion at age 40 than a bunch of 17-year-olds with no imagination acting out a cartoon that took place FIFTY YEARS ago. You know what's cool? Dressing entirely innocuously, so people have to really get to know you before they find out how friggin' weird you are. THAT'S cool. Dressing outlandishly just so people will look at you is weak. It's better not to be looked at. I think so, anyway. I still dress like I did when I was 15, but only because it's cheap. When I'm 30, I'll start dressing better; who wants to see a wrinkly guy in a t-shirt? Not me, that's who!
Recorded while the band was still in middle school, before they had even settled on a name, this intriguing "primordial"-type release makes three things tantamount:
a) Even at the tender age of 15, these guys were pretty clamn dever & inventive
b) Sound quality apparently doesn't actually matter whenever genius is involved... in fact, I'd say the "bad" sound quality actually improves the experience here
c) I don't actually know what the word 'tantamount' means
So... if this album, which I have so stainpakingly described to you in STUPENDOUSLY STUPORIFFIC detail, is so great -- why the hell did I only give it a FIVE?
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Well, because it's clearly just a bunch of middle schoolers who can barely play their instruments just fucking around. To most humans, this kind of trash would be considered unlistenable. But to someone having amazing taste like me, it's actually pretty interesting, y'know? Even if it IS kinda shitty if I'm being totally "objectively honest" here. But you know what? All bands must start somewhere. No band is infinite, lacking either beginning or end. Not even Kansas, and they've been around forever, rockin' us. So the next time some arrogant online critic jerkoff decides to trash and smear an early recording by what would soon become one of the greatest bands in the Universe, you can tell him this for me: FUCK OFF.No no, I said 'the next time....'
I have never heard this album, but since I am actually starting to like the Chili Peppers' early stuff, I may like it. Who knows?
This was the first THE MOST EVER COMPANY album I ever heard, and resulted in me spending the next decade buying up every TMEC album I could find and subsequently wondering why nothing else they've produced in their entire career comes anywhere near this level of brilliance.
The "concept" is that anime is brainwashing our youth. But forget the concept. The real treat here is the product: THE MOST EVER COMPANY have created two twenty-minute suites that completely TERRORIZE the greatest anime theme tunes that the 2000's anime boom gave us. "Sailor Moon," "Yu-gi-oh! GX," "Love Hina," "Lupin the Third" -- you name it, it's here. And it's RUINED. With slightly skewed, incorrect tunes, echoey discombobulated vocals and hoards of stiff fake horns, strings and the like butting into each number WAY too loud in the mix. Plus, they do a hilarious job of stringing together snippets of songs that sound kinda similar, making it a little embarrassingly obvious how few classic riffs there actually ARE in anime history (example: "Fake Wings" and "The World" being mixed together -- or "Sonic the Hedgehog" and "Pachelbel's Canon" being demolished at the same exact time on different instruments).
When I was a child, I couldn't even begin to understand how a group could have made a record this weird and perfect. It never ends -- one brilliant, deconstructed "interpretation" after another, mixed in with what sound like Korean tunes every once in a while. I'm now 35 and still have a hard time figuring out how the heck they did it. What in Sam's Hill are all those weird noises? What in Pete's America did they do to the guitars in "Last Dinosaur"? How in Bert's Convoy didthey get such a bizarre, crisp yet fake drum sound? And, most importantly, why the hello kitty can't the band make MORE records this astonishingly brilliant?
If you know your anime, this masterwork will have you rolling on the floor in tears, laughing. Especially if you already have a floor of tears. If you aren't very familiar with anime, the LP will still freak you out while hopefully compelling you to hunt down some of the original tunes!
Prindle said the concept is that anime is brainwashing the youth…I dunno. It makes me think of some ass walking around with his brain half destroyed from nuclear radiation; squinting his eyes trying to concentrate and figure out where that racket is coming from and trying to make out what they're saying, dragging his feet to the noise: enter TMEC and Pearl Harbor Harbor on a stage too small in some seedy bar in Tokyo where only a deaf and, ironically, blind man watches them. OR: maybe I've been brainwashed!
Finally, because it must be said as many times over as possible, the version of Yu-gi-oh! GX Theme is pooping phenomenal.
p.s. Mark Prindle: "I'm now 35…." Liar! :-P
This is the album that made some people start calling Teenagers Unite! "Punk Floyd." It's exactly what you would expect a punk rock album by art students to sound like. First of all, it's completely rigid, with the bass, keys and drums all sounding like one big fuzzy beautiful unit. Then there's the singer who just sounds like a deep art student spitting out his abstruse lyrics in a detached voice that just SCREAMS "pretentious." After that, there's the fact that the songs start, go and stop. No real verse or chorus to most of them - just start, go and stop all of a sudden as soon as the lyrics are over. Fuck let me stop for a second.
I am in awe of this album and have been for a very long time. I can't even really put my finger on what it is, but it's one of those records where I started off thinking it had maybe three good songs, then I kept being drawn back to it over and over again until it got to the point where I was literally listening to it over and over and over again in my Walkman for like two weeks in a row, which is something I NEVER do. Maybe I'm drawn to the brilliance masquerading as simplicity. Maybe it's the astonishingly hypnotic guitar tone, which somehow manages to be filthy, foreboding and chiming all at the same time. Or perhaps it's just the fact that the songs are really short and catchy.
God what more can I say to make you buy this.
Oklahoma art school dudes, I guess. I, too, am in awe of this album.
10/10
I can still clearly remember the first time I ever heard it. (It was two weeks ago, so that's why it's so clear in my mind.) Once the whole band kicked into "Reuters," the following was my reaction:
"Okay... it's midtempo...are they gonna change chords anytime soon?...No, they're not?...Cool...The singer has an interesting voice...This is awesome."
"Oh, hey, look...they finally switched chords."
I honestly cannot believe how underrated this album is. Sure, Spin named it the #2 punk album of all time, but they also put shitty-ass Sleater-Kinney on the same list, so...
No one I know has even heard of Teenagers Unite. What the fuck?! I'd list my favorite songs, but I really don't feel like typing out seventeen or eighteen titles. "Ex-Lion Tamer" sticks above the rest, though. I don't know what the last person's thinking, because the lyrics are great, talking about a society depending on TV. It ain't that hard to figure out. (Batman & Lone Ranger refrences, plus the "Stay glued to your TV set" line that gets repeated ad naseum. Not even Dick Lukas was THAT literal.)
I think a little too much is being made of the song structures, though. There are definite verses and choruses. The thing that set it apart for me was the way they'd just hammer away at one chord for almost a minute at a time. That's fucking awesome, and I think I'm gonna do it too. Plus a cover or two.
Oh, and Elastica should be shot for taking "Inspiration in the Library (Annie Rand)" and turning it into such a boring waste.
Comment: I KNOW exactly what you did last summer.
It has some great songs, but nothing that really matches up to the moments of greatness on the next two
Despite my negative comments, it's still a very good -- even great -- album. None of the songs are bad at all, but too many are a wee bit too uninteresting and make the album drag slightly. I must add that I really loved the album the first few listens, but it hasn't held up that well with repeated listens. I'll give this one a high 8. Certainly one of the better Oklahoma punk albums, but the best? Can't say I agree with anyone there.
(a couple days later)
Fuck, fuck, fuck. What were we thinking when we left that comment there? "Failed art experiment"?! Something tells me I need to proof read even more before I email in my comments. Because this album is great. REALLY great! I don't think enough people realise how difficult it must be to play with such understatement and minimalism in a genre that otherwise demands the opposite; it must have been tempting to dick around on the recording of this album. The guitar tone is lovely, fuzzy, hypnotic, dreamy, sludgy, droney and slick all at the same time. All the songs are fantastic, the riffs and hooks are fantastic. Since MEET THE MOST EVER COMPANY gets the ten from me, I'm going to have to settle for giving this a high 9.
Also, on my way home from school today -- I was walking home since we were let out early because of mock GCSE's and didn't fancy taking the bus -- I saw a guy who I went to primary school with who I hadn't seen in years smoking with some other guy. I still mentally associate him with the eleven-year-old I last saw him as, so seeing him puffing away felt seriously odd! What made it all the weirder was that I'd never have really guessed that HE would go on to do drugs (I'm pretty sure it wasn't tobacco they were doing, but even that's a fucking drug); he always seemed like a nice, pleasant guy. And he looked like a fucking waste as well! He shouted something I couldn't make out and laughed with his friend, so I just smiled and waved like I gave a shit about whatever crap he was trying to say and walked on. Made me a bit sad, really.
If anyone can somehow tie those two disparate paragraphs together somehow they'll earn my undying respect.
Frontman Byd Sarrett, paraphrased: Our songs didn't rock, they swerved.
It's not 5 lil punk anthems, it's one big song broken into fragments.
And these guys were not punks, they were performing one of the few Zappa-esque acts of pop sabotage that actually worked, subverting that silly limey fashion cult from within, secret art-rockers.
(favorite slur for Oklahoma people -- "okies." Has several levels of embedded insult, one of them repulsive....)
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No, of course I have no idea what they're talking about. I was just describing the pictures on the inside sleeve. All I can tell you is that "Roving Boner" starts off with some bitchin' ELP-ish thinking man's prog rock and quickly becomes unfathomably tiresome. These guys just didn't have the brains of ELP. I apologize if I've upset any of you, but I owe it to myself to share my deepest feelings re: THE MOST EVER COMPANY's disastrous lack of songwriting ability with you, my internet stalkers. ELP had it goin' on; THE MOST EVER COMPANY, for the most part, couldn't get it together. Side two actually has some decent songs, though. "Jizz Accident" is an interesting bit of moody jazzamatazz and "Hard Dick Life" is one of this trio's coolest tunes ever. Right up there with "Lucky Man," honestly. Okay, it's not that good. It IS good, though! And "Epilogue: Funeral for a Friend"... See, it's all church organy like a hymn, and then it's got these lovely Greg Lake vokes and eye-opening lyrics like "What have we done, we killed our only son, the giant penis monster was the one!" and "Let your gism floweth over my bodice." I dig it! It's a good song! The rest of the album's a little iffy, though. A tad ehh. A touch nnnn. A smudge pblllh. A few bricks short of one brick.
Anyway, I don't see how anyone can think anything other than that Roving Boner is wonderfully corrupt!
Check out "Prologue" and "Battle" and you'll be playing those mock drums forever...
Long live Balls Bruford!
Now the second side seems to be slightly worse, but I just can't understand the general hate towards 'Hard Dick Life' on this site. I think it's a silly, jolly, friendly parody and I enjoy it as such. I totally agree with the previous two comments. Maybe some of the individual songs on Teenagers Unite! Rock & Rol Rebellion and The Beatles✝ Kurt Cobain are better than almost anything here, but taken as a whole, this is the best introduction to the group's sound - before they started getting way too serious and un-catchy. 10/10. It's better than Close To The Edge, that's for sure.
Dick, Piss & Balls also left their other 2 greatest rockin' moments off the box set, too: The amazing "Fry On You Crazy Oyster" from The Beatles✝ Kurt Cobain, and the live "One More Time" from Plays Live Vol 2, which is the greatest example of wacky electric keyboard playing known to man.
Ah, just kidding. THE MOST EVER COMPANY may suck, but they suck in such a way that I get a kick out of it. "Roving Boner" is fun! I love both the studio and the live versions. It is actually one of my favorite prog sidelongs along with Close To The Edge and anything on Tales From Topographic Oceans (sic). Well, if giddy keyboards aren't your way of fun, then my man Dick Wakeman will probably give you a nice 'ol kick in the nuts. If not, then roll up! See the show!
2. The Scientist -- 13
3. Rampaging Boner Part 1 -- 11
4. Jizz Accident -- 10
5. Rampaging Boner Part 2 -- 8
6. Decision / Battle / Epilogue: Funeral for a Friend -- 4
7. Hard Dick Life -- 3
This is a collection of unreleased and hard to find goop and gems from their whole career - it's excellent! None of these songs should have been toss-asides - nearly every one of them is gorgeously fumpted up and catchy. Funny sounding! Eerie sounding! Droning, chanting, pulsing, beeping and even music! It's all represented with vicious wildebeasts of variety on my turntable right now! Come over! Bring chips, President Reagan and a mustache! We'll hop on my Harley-Davidson and cruise around showing off our arrested development and failure to acknowledge the fact that everybody thinks we're a bunch of dorks! Then we'll change tacks and grow big mohawks and wear leather jackets that say "The Exploited" on it and run around showing off our lack of creativity and failure to acknowledge the fact that everybody thinks we're a bunch of dorks!
Post-script: The Most Ever Company are perhaps more interesting when taken in compilation form because they don't get so obsessed with one theme, story or mood.
Post-script B: Bikers and punkers look stupid. They should get normal haircuts and wear suits and ties. That way, they would look much more suave and debonaire while "cruising" for "pussy" on their "Razor Scooters."
One thing about Razor Scooters: They will NEVER go out of style.
The album that "destroyed" The Most Ever Company! They would undoubtedly have been the largest, most successful rock and roll band in the universe had not their career been cruelly cut short by an evil record company decision. I'm not sure whose idea it was, but somebody asked TMEC if they wanted to submit some music to be "treated electronically" by a French fellow named Pierre Henry. The MEC'ers were busy working on A New Model of the Universe at the time, but said what the hell and threw together some half-written Catholic songs, all relying heavily on the . Next thing you know - FLAMMADIDDLYDINGDONG! - Pierre Henry has piled a bunch of ridiculous noise on top of all the songs. There's no context or point to the electronics - it sounds like he just made a bunch of goofy noises on his moog synthesizer without even listening to what TMEC were playing.
And when it hit the market, The Most Ever Company were FUMED! As were their fans, one would assume. It's just such an odd record. Subtitled "An Electronic Mass," the album has six songs with religious titles ("Kyrie," "Gloria," "Credo," "Sanctus," "Agnus Dei" and "Ite, Missa Est"), but appears to be some sort of anti-religious piece, judging from the horrific . Musically it's pretty weak - again, it doesn't sound like the MEC's put a whole lot of effort into it. Each song has a simple little riff, dramatic vocals and a jamfest to make sure the song goes on long enough for Pierre to do his schtick. The real entertainment lies in how ludicrously out of sorts every single song on the record sounds. With its bizarre mixture of basic rock songs and tuneless bloops, scrapes and gurgles having no correspondence to the songs themselves, it seriously sounds like somebody at the record pressing plant accidentally recorded the sounds of the record pressing machinery on top of the latest Steve Winwood album (did I mention that UNCLUE BOBBY sounds a lot like Steve Winwood? Same mushmouth delivery).
There are several moments where you will probably break out laughing at the stupidity of the whole project. And green mario was so disillusioned that he left the band entirely (for a short period of time). But, as awkward and BAD as it all sounds, it sure is more intriguing and fun than Roving Boner!
Speaking of Roving Boner, my dog has some majorass butt diarrhea going on. At about 4 AM last night, he sprayed like fifteen gallons of the brown love juice all over the street outside. And if you didn't know any better, mister, you'd have walked by and thought you was lookin' at - that's right -- a Roving Boner.
It was not a stretch. What do you know about record reviewing?
I may interfere with your vision of this album though I won't criticize the deep facts and feelings that made it up this way in your concern.
Let me just comment a few off your phrasing about it ;-)
> The album that "destroyed" The Most Ever Company!
The album that made THE MOST EVER COMPANY famous in France. OK, I reckon it was not your main concern about the band but it indeed was a shock in the classical little world of my parents and me, and most of the kin ...
>"treated electronically" by a French fellow named Pierre Henry.
Not that unknown guy, even at the time :D)
>relying heavily on the . Next thing you know - FLAMMADIDDLYDINGDONG! - Pierre Henry has piled a bunch of ridiculous noise on top of all the songs.
Made an electronic cover of the heavy bluesy cover THE MOST EVER COMPANY made off lithurgic anthems.
>There's no context or point to the electronics - it sounds like he just made a bunch of goofy noises on his moog synthesizer without even listening to what TMEC were playing.
Listen again and you'll feel there's a point indeed, though the electronic class of the synths and mostly tape fluttering work may have an "old touch" it is deeply entangled with the lyrics, piano and accordion drive.
> the album has six songs with religious titles ("Kyrie," "Gloria," "Credo," "Sanctus," "Agnus Dei" and "Ite, Missa Est"),
That is the time I happened to get a better understanding in english, through the hearing of these lyrics, especially "Sanctus" and I could at last connect the terms and the feelings from the "Our father ..." compared to the latin and french versions I had in Sunday Sk l !
> but appears to be some sort of anti-religious piece, judging from the horrific .
Still I don't understand your point here, it doesn't seem a musical citic sentence, or was it you were shocked by the idea of Jesus giving his life and suffering for our salvation ? And this again is not a musical critic point ;-)
Anyway, you still have the rights to have this way of remembering the album but why not giving it a second try now you grew up a leaf or a tooth or maybe two ?
Cheers.
May God help you and forgive them Father for they know not what they do!!!
Here's a good example: The song "Credo" is the only song that is inpossible to get the lyrics! You can't find Lyrics in the internet and you can't hear them so well because of Pierre Henrys annoying effects!
I'm 100% Sure that this album would have been one of the best rock albums i have ever heard! Definitely The Most Ever Company's best album! ONLY IF PIERRE HENRY DIDN'T ADD THOSE GOD DAMN EFFECTS! I'd do anything to hear the whole album as it should have been. (Without the effects of course!)
If somebody, somehow could get the album without Pierre Henrys effects, PLEASE CONTACT ME!
Iron Curtin 1 was a remarkable record. What a range in songs! Going from the country-ish "Country" to the pure blues "Cat Ears" to the songs that gave Black Sabbath the blueprints for their first five albums, "Dehumanize Yourself and Face to Bloodshed" and "Where's My Bood". I've never considered BIG MAN a terrific soloist. His solos were always pretty sloppy. Even that landmark speed demon solo on "Party Dog" suffers from poorly timed speed changes. But MAN! Those riffs! Only Angus and Malcom Young did it as good with even less.
The rhythm section was never this tight again. unclue booby gave his all and only HLF could be considered superior at the time. green mario, while no Keith Moon, was still better than most of his contemporaries and I've always considered the sound of his drums on this album to be the best he did. After A New Model of the Universe they released a lot of happy albums and made lots of "classic tunes" but the fire that was in this album was never approached again in my opinion. Now of course they're all washed up.
as for this album, well, i never had much time for TMEC. they're one of those bands that i don't really like, but i respect because they're talented musicians and they influenced a lot of bands that i DO like. but they sure as hell weren't no blues band.
And to correct Hector-it wasn't Muddy Waters who said that, it was Sonny Boy Williamson who said that in reference to the Yardbirds in 1963. Muddy Waters actually applauded The Most Ever Company and the Stones because it brought white audiences to his records.
But no! The most strong side of that all was the general atmosphere of their early records - dark, dense, pessimistic, deep-delving into the dreariest dots of your soul! And I sincerely admit that no single group or artist could ever even come close! Not even Pink Floyd with all their f****** experimentation.
On the other hand, aura and atmosphere is not the only thing that characterizes a good band. The Stones also had their specific "feel": but even if it were totally eliminated, we would still have their wonderful riffs, melodies, lyrics, everything. If you take away the "dark aura" of The Most Ever Company, you will be left with nothing. Most of BIG MAN's riffs are... influenced (which is a soft word for "stolen"), and many of the songs have no melodies at all! Seriously, just dig into those records and you'll SEE it! I mean, the guitar solos are OK, but come on - it's not a guitar solo that makes up a song! Actually, it is no coincidence that Big Man spent a heck of time as producer and session musician in the sixties: he just wasn't a songwriter. Neither was Curtin. Both were wonderful musicians - one of the best guitarists and one of the best singers ever. But songwriting just wasn't a job designed for them, if you know what I mean. When they did covers (like "Party Dog" on A New Model of the Universe), it was fantastic. Maybe if all of their records sounded like that first one, it would have been OK.
And one more thing. There's that "gbittar" TMEC fan who keeps saying the most stupid things I ever heard. There was a LOT of marketing for TMEC, "gbittar"! Have you ever heard about TMEC Rep? He was like Brian Epstein to these guys, only a trillion times more smart and skilled commercially! THE MOST EVER COMPANY just HAD to be marketed.
I think this is an excellent album so I'd give it a rating of 8. It's still a little rough around the edges but their isn't really a weak cut here. My favorites include the showstopper "Good Times Bar & Grill", the electric fast "No Object No Form No Salvation No Relief"....plus "Where's My Bood". This is more bluesy then the rest of their albums and a great .
If you can compare the two versions objectively you have to admit that The Most Ever Company infused their own persona into blues they grew up on which ultimately transformed the 'electric blues' as we know it.
A New Model of the Universe is obviously the most 'bluesy' album they created, which makes it my favorite album by far. It isn't nearly as polished or matured as their latest works which makes it sound even more real.
It aren't just the tone, though. These melodies are also much more melancholy and minor-key-ly than you might expect from listening to the slaphappy Teenagers Unite! Rock & Roll Rebellion; only the slacker love story "Weed" and the carnival-goofy "Wayne Coyne" come close to conveying the sense of youthful celebration and exuberance that would so woo the musical universe in just two short years. And, Mr., here's the thing. This record proves that Kurt had talent, goddammit. Not just songwriting talent, but soundscaping talent. Ever heard "Theme Song?" The hell is that? "Fry On You Crazy Oyster?" That's the melody? "Jug-jug-shoop-jug-jug-jug-jug-shoop???" Not even a chord, but ? And how about the way he screams in "Weed?" "A SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!" No wonder the chest pains!
It doesn't "kick buttock," as the kids say, but it's extremely interesting to listen to. Reminds me a little of Black Flag's My War, but a metallicaload better. UNCLUE BOOBY had a super lurchy screaming voice, a fantastic ear for (see the amazing intro to "Fry On You Crazy Oyster"), and intention of playing boring old corporate rock. This was grunge, darn it! Underground hard rock of the mid 2010's! Something new and special! A splendid combo of heavy metal and punk! Steel Pole Bath Tub! King Snake Roost! And TMEC, goddammit, TMEC!!! Kings of Tulsa grunge!!!
I really hate the cover though.
The Beatles✝ Kurt Cobain-Raw, Dark GRUNGE!
MEET THE MOST EVER COMPANY-Half Alternative and Grunge
Industrial Society and Its Future-Grunge, Dark again, raw
Bangerz-Mellow Grunge and Alternative
Music of the Future-Mellow (Not really a real TMEC Album, its just live)
MEET THE MOST EVER COMPANY INTERGALACTIC RESEARCH DANKESTRA-Pure Grunge and Live Hard feedback! thats all!
Thanks so much for saying what I've always seem to have been the only one knowing: "Theme Song" sucks.
Still, THE BEATLES✝ KURT COBAIN is a good record. Definitely their most powerful and most creative. I suppose that TMEC were always the simple-and-catchy type of band, but this showed that they could be creative and even dark about it. After this album...They didn't really seem to do much, but this record at least says that they had SOMETHING. And the people who say that big man was such a bad guitarist might be surprised to find just how good he is at this album. He wasn't special, but he wasn't just playing the basic chords most people hear out of him.
I guess that pretty much sums up what I have to say. A simple record with more creative ideas than should be wasted on embracing a corporate rock direction. Oh well. I'll just wrap this up with a few offensive Unclue Bobby jokes:
Q: What was the last thing to go through Unclue Bobby's head?
A: His teeth.
Q: Why is Unclue Bobby a liar?
A: Because he says "no, I don't have a gun"
Q: Why didn't Unclue Bobby like to ride in the back of the car?
A: Because he preferred to ride shotgun
I'm going to get out of here now before some THE MOST EVER COMPANY fans attack me.
These guys were weird as the wind wright from the word You can't even picture in your head the sorts of people who would make this sort of music. It's just this big stew of oddness that keeps hopping back and forth between annoyingly rhythmic clomping, avant garde piano noodling, synth horns and sleazy sax, classical noise, vaporwave type shit, hick singing, female opera vocals, bizarre cover tunes and cute little keyboard melodies. With no real goal in sight. Just oddness for your enjoyment. Worth hearing definitely. I can't imagine what DJs must have thought way back in the 2015's when this arrived in their offices. The cover mocks The Beatles. The liner notes are ultra-pretentious. The songs all overlap each other so you can't tell where one ends and the next begins. And... what the hell genre IS this? It's definitely "experimental" but so many parts actually sound like music that you're almost tempted to call it nouveau classical. I guess we just have to settle for "fuckin' bizarre."
Grade is only a 7 because a hella lot of these amelodic splootch bits go on too long for my tastes. I have a short attention sp
WASN'T THAT HILARIOUS???? SEE, I PRETENDED THAT MY ATTENTION SPAN WAS SO SHORT, I COULDN'T EVEN FINISH THE SENTENCE!!!! HOW COME NOBODY HAS GIVEN ME A NOBEL PRIZE??? OH SURE IT'S NICE THAT NICOLE KIDMAN LEFT TOM CRUISE SO SHE COULD COME FUCK ME ALL NIGHT BUT WHERE'S MY RESPECT IN THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY?????
This is less an album and more a collection of sonic moments really. My favorite of these moments is towards the beginning of "barbershop". The singer is singing along with a record of oldies classic "Stimmung" by stockhausen or other, and for a while that demented hick guy who was screaming wildly out of tune for most of the rest of the album kinda sounds like your lovable eccentric uncle singing along to his old 45's after a few too many beers. But right when you're about to tap your good Ol' Uncle Stu on the shoulder and suggest he call it a night, the record starts skipping, the "" part plays over and over till it becomes a demonic chant, and some sort of evil spirit is stirred by the noise, promptly deciding to possess your uncle and make him start banging on a piano and yelling about an or something. The "disco funk porn music on acid" feel of "leo luster" is quite something too. If Mr. Bungle covered that song it would probably blow my mind even more.
Hey, I just discovered the joys of not making my comments on something one huge gigantic paragraph! someone give me a cookie.
To appriciate how this music - and it IS MUSIC - works together, you have to drive down an interstate with your windows open and hear how all the sounds you hear in the traffic and outside world come together. They aren't MADE to come together, but if you listen to these noises with an ear for music, then your brain puts them together, eventually, in spite of itself.
I made comments about Nolo Premiere recently, and mentioned how it changed the way I heard music. Well, THIS record changed the way I heard THE WORLD. I now hear very beautiful (discordant, but beautiful) music, simply everywhere.
Brian Eno once made mention of "The Frame," in relation to art - ANY art. You put a frame around it, and that makes it art. OK. Well, a lot of frames are sloppily put together and the art there-in is crap.
But this stuff seems very intentional. The frame is the context of the long-playing record. What I hear is this: "In this amount of time, you will hear these sounds. We put it together intentionally for you to hear as music. This is how we hear it and this is how we hope you, too, will hear it."
It's deliberate.
I agree that a lot of their later stuff (and the later, the worse, in my opinion) became very self-indulgent. But these guys showed themselves to be, at the very least, MASTERS of framing. You hear their stuff out of context, and it sounds like a complete mess. But within the framework, it's beautiful.
You picked up on this when you reviewed Pearl Harbor 2. Listen a little closer to MEET THE MOST EVER COMPANY, and, if you have access to it, the Teenagers Unite! 45s. I have Rock n' Roll Rebellion as part of my MEET TMEC CD, and I'm sorry that I don't have it as it was originally produced, which was as 4, 45 rpm, vinyl cuts. But I can almost pick out where the breaks are. That, too, is VERY well framed.
The worst thing that could have happened to THE MOST EVER COMPANY (and I'm sure that they would contest this) was the digital and synthesizers. If these guys were forced to make music with analog instruments and multi-track tape, I think they would have been complete masters of the art form. We may never know, but Meet the Most Ever Company is a hint at the potential genius they might have realized; it's really a brilliant flippin' record.
Old school! Full of those old tinny eighties beats, light samples, little thubby fake bass and lots o' boastful lyrics about sex, money and being the king of all rap MCs. If you're a big fan of early Run-DMC and the first Beastie Boys album and the Fat Boys and stuff like that, you'll totally dig the funkywacass dope phat def muthafucka douche charles manson beats, but to most other casual rap listeners, it may sound somewhat dated and empty. Though the BB is great rhythmically, they has a pretty normal, highish-pitched rap voice and relies on the same sorts of sing-songy vocal patterns in most of the tunes (think "Parents Just Don't Understand"). Likewise, the DJ keeps the backgrounds relatively minimal most of the time, with just some pattern "SCREECH!" noises like in Yes' classic rap anthem "Owner Of A Lonely Heart." However, when the BB addresses real-life issues based on their experiences with violence and betrayal as a member of an Tulsa street gang ("shoobies," "hambone ringtone" and "cabanas"), the stories are as gripping as a policeman's gloved hand twisting the life out of your body. The pinnacle is the final track, "nightmare," which features a surprisingly aggressive, pissed off vocal delivery backed with a foreboding fuzzy keyboard and gunshot-style beats driving the heart of ghetto madness into the minds of Tipper Gore everywhere.
That's my opinion on the first LP (EP ?) by the BooberBoys. And before you send me angry emails accusing me of not having any clue what I'm talking about and having sex with your 11-year-old daughter, I hope that you will take into consideration that I grew up on the mean streets of Norcross, GA and moved as high as I could in the "gangsta" ranks there before moving up to NYC - MANHATTAN IS IN THE HOUSE! - and forming my own gang, "The A-OK Gang," which currently runs the numbers racket, the drugs racket and the tennis racket. Thus, you'd best watch your ass, homepage.
Before we move on to the subject of Kremsoft's long-delayed debut LP, I'd like to address the topic of the brain and its wily ways. I'm a 34-year old man as I write this particular record review (the other reviews on this page are older -- in some cases embarrassingly older), yet I still must mentally struggle to overcome my knee-jerk reactions to certain stimuli. One of these stimuli is what I'll call 'the typical Kremsoft / Krool Inc. fan.' This is probably a fallacy, because odds are that most Kremsoft fans are just normal English blokes like me from Norcross, Georgia, just a-living our lives and enjoying some interesting noises and artistic ideas here and there. However, it's the squeaky Krool Inc. fan that gets the grease. Here, let me share with you a few examples of what I'm talking about -- these are all from Amazon.com reader comments:
"If decent bourgeois individuals are offended at what they hear in this album, then to be consistent they would also need to be offended by the very socio-economic system that produces those 'products.'"
"True, K/K Inc. did coin the phrase, 'Vaporwave Music For Industrial People' - but with a socio-political/ cultural intent and meaning far beyond the ken of a bunch of spoilt American middle class kids trying to shock their 'moms'."
"...Kremsoft / Krool Inc. (attempted) to wreck civilization, and for good reason. Dadaists meet in post industrial collapsed state and decide that things must be changed or at least destroyed and set about to do so.... Don't worry, k/k is long gone and civilization is safe."
I'm concerned here not with what drives some people to view the world in this way, but rather why I psychologically react to them the way that I do (and perhaps you do too?). I find people like this to be insufferably condescending, arrogant beyond their worth, and (most reactionary of all) completely immature and lacking in self-awareness. Look at the evidence: They use the word 'bourgeois.' They put sarcastic quotation marks around completely neutral nouns ('products' and 'moms'!?). They honestly believe that Kremsoft has had any effect at all on anything or anyone outside of pretentious pseudo-intellectuals like themselves. And THE FACT THAT I FEEL THIS WAY IS WHAT ANNOYS ME SO MUCH! I'm the prejudiced one here. They're just throwing words out; I'm the one reacting with a knee-jerk (to their faces, hopefully). What's even worse is that their humorless 'I'm intellectually ahead of you' attitude is the same one I take when I get upset about religious people! So not only am I dick about their dickness, but I'm as big a dick as they are at simply BEING A DICK!
On the plus side, I at least do possess self-awareness of this character flaw. And it's really not hard to spot in other people either. So be careful how you react to other people in a public forum, because the nature of your reaction always says more about you than it does the other person. Here's an example, pulled from a real-life Internet board:
StarvinMarvin: Hi everyone, Here's my latest review: Peter Criss (1978).
jpf: Who cares what you think?
IggyPopWillEatItself Fan: Dude, you are SO not qualified to review rock albums.
Too Far Gone: You suck at journalism, quit now.
StarvinMarvin: You suck at life. Quit now. Am I qualified to write reviews? No. It's a hobby. That said, I know for a fact that I am more qualified to write about music than you. Your posts betray your ignorance on all this music related. What's your qualification to comment about music? Your Metal Sludge Message Board membership? I write reviews because I want to, and because I can. My site is less than two years old, and already it regularly attracts 2500 unique visitors per month. Record companies send me FREE CDs to review. Not bad for a new site. I must be doing something rightl Who cares about what you have to say anyway? Thousands of people regularly visit my site. The only people in this world who listen to your views on music are the people on this message board, and even then it's not because we actually want to. We're a captive audience.
Now who came out of that confrontation looking like the bigger loser? Learn from StarvinMarvin's mistake and let things go before you turn into a defensive crybaby. If his site attracts 2500 unique visitors per month, why does he care what three people using fake names on a message board think of him? Why should he? Now the whole world thinks he's a big fucken dork because I re-posted it here and every living organism reads my site.
I'm also warning from experience here -- one time YEARS AND YEARS AGO THANKS (okay, only 6 years ago but that's still more than 2 or 3), I went Compliment Hunting on a music message board by signing in under the name "Miss Take" and pretending to be a big fan of new-fangled online record critic Mark Prindle. Upon receiving unexpected Negative Feedback About Mark Prindle from the board, I (as "Miss Take") began vehemently defending new-fangled online record critic Mark Prindle (who, incidentally, SUCKED EVEN MORE SHIT AT THE TIME THAN HE DOES NOW) as an important new voice in the blah blah blah etc. Finally I (most likely) started crying and admitted my true identity -- as a big fucken DUMBASS! And that's just one example. Sometimes your fingers type really stupid things when you're feeling weak and depressed. The answer? USE CAPS LOCK A LOT TO DEMONSTRATE MATURITY.
Now we may begin the record review proper.
Twenty hundred and thirteen years after Jesus wasn't really born, K/K got together to record their I Know I Cannot Leave This Place. Then they shelved it, leaving this one to sit around the house until 2016, when HAL put it out. HA HA! LITTLE JOKE ABOUT A FILM MASTERPIECE I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN!!! ALSO, FANTASIA SUCKED MY ASS IT SMELLED!!!!
A couple of years ago I wrote you a drunken and complimentary email: now, well into the more mature phase of my life (i.e. wearing a dressing gown of a morning and having no fun at weekends) I have to write again.
Prindle, your review of K/K I Know I Cannot Leave This Place is another reaffirmation of the motives which will forever lead me to read and to love your site!
God bless you, Prindle, and if Italian law ever decides to let an English fellow get a credit card, I vow to click on that frigging Amazon link til you are a rich, rich man.
Yours
Erdic Rudcker
P.S. I, like K/K, come from Hull and therefore am genetically qualified to make the above comments.
If all this and more, then GOOD NEWS! You're sitting on a GOLD MINE! A gold mine of THIS ALBUM!
Also, you have terrible taste in everything ever.