One hot minute, it’s incantantory punk and Kate Pierson (or Cindy Wilson) the next, it’s string-mopped U.K. hee-hey with a sickly-sweet Pixie-sticky bassline.
It seethes with hellhound hiss and blood sickness, all in high-contrast black-and-white with sanguinary splashes that’d give Herschell Gordon Lewis pause.
The cover’s black, the CD’s black, Count Ronald Martin looks like a fop and plays cheesy synth-pop with old keyboards and his heliumated voice. I can dig it.
The key members of Mission of Burma and Squirrel Bait turned their backs on the heavy noise they stirred up in favor of quieter, more painterly explorations.