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This is a live collaboration between the long running German experimenters and the frizzy haired At The Drive In / Mars Volta twiddler. The only real surprise that it takes them almost four minutes to get the bloody chainsaw out. What we have instead is scattershot free drumming, eerie guitar effects, a squeaking noise, and a madman shouting atop. Then comes the chainsaw interlude before a r ...

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Live At Clouds Hill by Faust & Omar Rodriguez Lopez
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7/10 Clinton Staff review, 29 November 2013

This is a live collaboration between the long running German experimenters and the frizzy haired At The Drive In / Mars Volta twiddler.

The only real surprise that it takes them almost four minutes to get the bloody chainsaw out. What we have instead is scattershot free drumming, eerie guitar effects, a squeaking noise, and a madman shouting atop. Then comes the chainsaw interlude before a remarkably ridiculous drum fill brings in a second section of random guitar noises.

On the B side you get more of the same. The drummer never really gets off his cymbals whilst the singer rattles on like a German David Thomas being dragged to the gallows. An experimental work you might say. Once its done you even hear a few people clapping.

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7/10 samuel_qwok Customer review, 10th January 2014

Take Omar Rodríguez-Lopez of At the Drive In / Mars Volta fame and stick him in a room with German Kraut leviathans Faust, give it some volume and press record. Its needless to say that the results are going to be interesting with a little dash of – huh? Back in November 2013 Clouds Hill studios turned label did exactly that and have released it as part of a series of 'Live at Clouds Hill' 10”s. There isn't any easy way to describe what the hell is happening on this record, all I can say is that its fucking disgusting in the most obscure but endearing way, and I love it. A single track split into two parts made up of syncopated drum fills, guitar squeals, synths, gabba kicks, distorted screams and samples in a language I don't understand. Not exactly the kind of thing people would consider an easy listen. In fact, its far from it. But then its not something you'll stick on repeat for weeks on end, it will just become one of those crazy moments in time that happen every now and then when you stumble across it. Like going to a festival and taking acid and sitting watching a band of rugs playing instruments on a stage, or taking the girlfriend out for a fancy dinner at some expensive steak house and proposing, it certainly doesn't happen all the time. But when it does, its fucking awesome despite that anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach.


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