Four extremely talented musicians playing goofy-surreal, off-kilter pop. With the melodies jumping around and twisting like a weasel attacking a snake.
Hairball has put out some very good bands. This compilation has them all together on one disc. From blues to pop to rock to booze-filled Neil Diamond covers.
Alone, I wallow in my own reality, my thoughts become tangible, and I drift along faded halls of introspection, the light before me, the darkness supporting me.
I scrambled to pack. Pirate shirt, leather pants, aspirin, condoms. Forget a notebook. After so much drinking, I’d couldn’t hold a pen straight. Tape recorder.
They were loud, rambunctious, and wonderfully satirical, even self-effacing. It takes a lot of guts to make fun of yourself and still pull off a great show.
The amount of sound they produce is staggering, and almost all of it comes from the singer, a gorgeous black man who plays saxophone, violin, guitar, and more.