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Rejoice! A brand new single from Goat and the first new material since the much-loved 'Commune' album. Goat keep up the pretence of being some kind of hedonistic commune dwelling trolls by disappearing to the village of Korpilombolo in Sweden to record new material which will appear on an upcoming third album. This 7" however was actually recorded in the less rural environs of New York and we're promised dubby ESG-like no-wave on the A side whilst the B side conjures up 'Future Days' era Can reflections with Fripp & Eno style ambience. That's another 20 sold then. Be quick!   


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It's Time For Fun by Goat
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8/10 Robin Staff review, 04 August 2015

I have deigned to review this record in a way that the elusive and apparently exceedingly mysterious Goat would see fit -- by virtue of a commune opinion. “Actually”, opines Phil, his mouth gaping at the record player’s frenzy of sounds, “they’re a lot less mysterious than they used to be”. He pauses, struck by the more downbeat tempo of their new single. “There’s pictures of them on the internet now”. Struck by the classic rock vibes and shaken-not-stirred rhythms being served up by his darling band of Swedish recluses, he terms it “softer”. Amazed by the mechanised beat and whirring, dancing synth lording over proceedings -- plus the lack of psyched-up guitar noise -- his brain explodes with the fervour of a thousand suns.

“Fuckin’ hippies”, adds Ian.

A frenzied but overjoyed scream serves up the single’s cadence, and once we’ve mopped up the mushy sun-based liquids remaining from Phil’s head, we flip over to “Relax”, a brief instrumental grooving on a bassline, a programmed beat and another slice of percussion that sounds like a Jacob’s Ladder folding into itself. We debate whether we’re listening to keyboards or distorted guitars but no one can come up with a definitive answer, and so we’re left here, shrugging with the fervour of a thousand suns.


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