rather more upsetting are ROLO TOMASSI on Holy Roar once more. Very easy to lump these in with the psycho jazz prog peddled by the likes of
An Albatross. It ain't an easy listen. The lyrics sound like the girl from the Excorcist shouting at some ducks in the park that may have stolen her ice cream. The keyboards shimmer where they should unsettle & the whole thing comes across like a speeded up
Black Sabbath put through a loony tunes kaleidoscope of silliness. To cap, if you like
deconstructed art thrash from B-52s land with a huge jesters hat & stripy clown pants then this schizoid mess should utterly delight you!
