…and azrael on bass

so if Tom Waits and the guys from Oneida and Neutral Milk Hotel were mad scientests a-la-Frankenstien instead of being the mad musicians that they are, then they might end up creating some bizarro two headed siamese twin Caliban-like man child with multiple manic personality disorders who, at the strike of a powerful bolt of lightning, would awake with a scream if not for all the gravel in his mouth and parade over some old castle drawbridge on its way to demonize and terrorize innocent townspeople after stopping for a vanilla milkshakes at a 50′s themed diner. the entire affair would sound like MAN MAN.

i doubt any of you, except for maybe mr. ben, will actually like this record, but i had to write about it, nonetheless. its pretty remarkable. i’m not sure if i’ve ever been as disturbed, frightened, perturbed and intrigued by a record as i am with this one. its weird. check out the “mustache!mustache!mustache!mustache!” chant, strange-o falsetto and all out caterwalling on “push the eagle’s stomach,” then try to exuurrcissse tha deeemons in your speakers after playing “young einstein on the beach.” and if that aint enough, dig on “tunneling through the guy.” its a big fat nasty groove. oh, and one more remarkable thing about MAN MAN-the band is led by a guy named HONUS HONUS. all i’m saying is when your name is HONUS HONUS, chances are youre pretty friggin cool.