Black Box Recordings' Krautchip Replica by League of Morons is one groovin creation, featuring a band of Motorik masters of fast, careening play.
The initial tracks are quite lathery in their drive, seducing one with an uncompromising, Kraut draw, as the band's specialized members bring it all to nuts-and-bolts life with that desired, ceaseless drumbeat.
Take for example, Jumble Hole's "A Stroll Around Barry Scrapyard", which moves like Peter Gunn in The Wild Wild West, even if garrulously grumbled; and when buffered by Ian Haygreen's "Boiled Cabbage", the flavor feels like brains burning in a hot, jumping pot.
Menopausal Hound Dog's Moe Tuckerick shaves off the gory edge, wagging along with a sardonic wobble, as does gIRL's "Motorikon", which squirts heavy, industrial grease.
By the time one gets to Belial Pelgrim's "Eleventh", one's struck villainous hate, but to cool down those harmful urges, there's Bedtime for Robot's "Stress Rehearsal", which in its catchy melody, shrugs off dissent by politely giving the middle finger to all modernized flack.
Stormweatherfriend then adds to the courageousness with "Unintense", painting a placating storm that sprinkles music-box frivolity, which in turn calls upon Uncles of Wise's guiding "Ego Bombazi", where a percussive tapping keeps one on a wide, derisive glide.
The sounds eventually get sexy, spurred by Frankie Machina's "Route 88", which paints an endless stream of copulating automatons, followed by How Far to Hitchin's Whovian "Potassium Dalek Addiction", in which the exotic thumps get deep and bitchin in an implied, time-traveling slide.
Asleep at the Headphones' "Mango Tango" opens the door to infinite, simulated perversions, never once real, but impossible to shake, as Station Zero's "Bad Racer" skids right on through, mowing down anything that looms far or near.
Schtummm's "Kraut Musk Republican" eases it all to a terrific, traditional tip: a '70s ambiance that gets evermore determined, warding off every speck of unorthodox junk, so that one's ears (one's mind) remains crisp, cool and clear.
By the album's conclusion, one will have regurgitated perfect, rebellious replication. At such point, one will also realize that there's nothing in the least moronic about this band's reconstructive altercations.
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https://blackboxrecordings.bandcamp.com/album/krautchip-replica
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