Texas Faggot Pilluminati C*nt Roll Exogenic

Cor blimely a hooly dandy, they've done it again and again I roll round in joy divided by the brilliance of this release. Syphoned direct from the cortical synapse of one connected much more directly with the hub of galactic central than most of us dare to dream exists this is pure adrenal joy in a musical vein. Bonkers. Loopy. Brilliant. I know this sort of thing isn't up a lot of people's street or even in their area code for that matter but when that riff, I mean THAT riff, the one played on the fiddle in track 4, hits for the first time I defy anyone not to be struck by the total daftness of the universe. I mean what the fuck? Is the whole world mad? It's just off the wall, loony. And if you're life is as wonderous and subime as this slice of carrot cake insanity then fair play and good luck. I'm off to shave my shoes.(Serious note: this album marks a real progression in the Faggot's style. Gone are the YMCA mustaches and muscled overtones replaced with a delicate yee-haw south-USA butt wrangling vibe.) (Real serious note:

the last one was clearly silly. The message was that this album doesn't just sound like a load of weird bleeps whose unavoidable destiny was to piss you off really pretty soon, but rather has an accomplished engineered edge to it. People have noted that the Faggot have tended to err on the side of bleepy cacophany but this album is just unrelentingly phat. And weird. F*kin NICE one! ;)