Jonny Polonsky has an odd sensibility to his goof indie music. With the blessings of Frank Black, he’s gonna be on every college radio station in a few weeks.
“Trapeze” is literally a circus of chaotic tomfoolery, and it only gets weirder from there on out. A nice novelty album, but not crucial to your collection.
Four extremely talented musicians playing goofy-surreal, off-kilter pop. With the melodies jumping around and twisting like a weasel attacking a snake.
What sets Heather Nova apart from the pack are the harder, darker pieces, especially the ones driven primarily by percussion. On these, Nova really shines.
Recalls the ambient sound experiments of Can in the cyclical rhythmic patterns with pieces of confusion played on top, the most dominant of which is a trumpet.
I don’t love Whale so much as lust after them. The frontwoman of the threesome has an almost David Byrne-like charisma and a voluptuous lemon juice squeal.