From the masters of American Psych punk. This one finds Chicago’s Plastic Crimewave Sound taking a more song oriented take on psychedelia after their double album adventure, No Wonderland. Mind burning guitars mix with throbbing bass and a propulsive drummer. A very 21st Century mix of psych, Krautrock, acid folk and prog rock that pushes all of those genres forward in technicolor.
Rating: 5 stars A great jam band is never, technically speaking, the most profound situation for technical players…a jam band can be sloppy, seem like things don’t fit at times, & in all honesty, if you’ve ever played music, you know that a jam band is ALL about having fun..that’s what Plastic Crimewave’s new cd proves..the band is jamming, there’s random guitar doodles all over the place & at time I feel like the songs are poetry that’s had abstract music written to them ala Patti Smith’s first venture into music! What you get with this cd is pure musical expression, often times it’s not always coming together, but it all works…there’s definite musical talent & ability in this band, but they are very free-form, they let it all flow & it all works when you listen to the playback of this jam-fest that they call “Sound” appropriately enough! I might be called crazy, but I vaguely get reminded of the non-stop jams that the Greatful Dead were known for during their live shows…it’s that kinda thing for sure going on with this band! – Bob Suehs –angelfire com november2008
In the last episode I said this; Drone stroke psyche drawing heavily from the hidden ’70’s wave of psychedelia; the stuff that started with David Thomas’ statement that,Pere Ubu are the second wave of psychedelia. Listening to this new one I’d say well, I was right. I’ll also say on these guys ignore the Velvet Undergrounds, sister ray about as much as Can did. So to put’m at the head of a whole school of mean retro-art+dirt= grumble may be kinda careless/presumptuous but look- I’ve eaten a months worth of some kids Ritalin in a long weekend, so I’m not totally hooked on making linear sense. Yeah, I still place these guys as gobbling Pere Ubu’s pre-lp stuff as well as other crudeaggo-outsider s**t from the fair city of Cleveland when Carter was President- The Electric Eels, X_X, Mirrors, and joints smoked through old copies of CLE magazine. This time out the sticks a little more pointed and you keep expecting’m to bust into Hawkwinds, silver machine via the Melvins version of intersteller overdrive with the delicacy of a crack head hacking into a candy machine with a golf club. The second cut, (in my Universe this one has hit single written on each little brown tab), has a rumbling propulsion copped from Captain Beefheart and The Edgar Broughton Band jacked through some sorta perverted language the Fall upchucked in the glorious time before the savage jaw clamped the f— down. In the end it all comes down to music; the liberating soothing sound that makes s**t ok. If sandpaper doesn’t wear off the jagged edges and disrupted surfaces of your day, stay away- for me this stuff makes the world good for a bit. Hope to see’m some day- no reason they couldn’t float down to Columbus and play with Psychedelic Horses**t or Times New Viking. If yr gonna get zonked and lay on the floor for six or seven hours soon play this disc along with Helios Creed, Fuzzhead , White Heaven, The Apes, Th’Faithhealers, Fuzzface/Brother JT and PSF’s Tokyo Flashback samplers. Myspace and prophasemusic.com Craig Regala –Lollipop