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Master Musicians Of Bukkake take on the cliches attendant on groups like Master Musicians Of Joujouka by blasting their supposed ‘tribal’ sounds with all sorts of weirdness. Marvellously, Far West Quad Cult is designed as a companion for their last record: not just thematically, but in the sense that you are actually supposed to play both at the same time. Now that’s out there.


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Further West Quad Cult by Master Musicians of Bukkake
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7/10 Robin Staff review, 30 September 2015

This LP comes lovingly made for consumption alongside the last Master Musicians of Bukkake record (note me politely side-stepping the fact this band have one of the worst names of all time), kinda like a ‘Zaireeka’ for people who wear masks of stags instead of floating around in giant bubbles. Man, psych music is really terrible isn’t it? Everything I just wrote was damning evidence, I think you’ll agree. Anyway, where ‘Far West’ imprinted a stoner rawk version of MMoB in our mind, this record drafts the idea of them as Kosmische troubadours, out here making minimalist synth melodies to attach onto gnarly guitar dirge. Think of it like a Christmas bauble.

‘Far West’ is actually sold out, so I’ve given ‘Further West Quad Cult’ an isolated listen; on their own, these minor laser beams make nice little pieces, occasionally even taking on a kind of cinematic second life. “Where Apollo Meets Delphi” invokes a galaxian synth drone while little notes fill in the blank space with sparkling stars. Lovers of rupture and rhythm, the drone begins to stutter, spewing its own guts forward before a beat gets implemented and swiftly dismantled. A minimal but evolving drone in “Bodies Dissolved, Blood Flows” shows the band again using sustains and hypnosis to march to, the tune sounding something like the soundtrack to Kubrick’s ‘Space Odyssey’ if it were less epic and more sleepy.

I’m gonna add it all up like a bored dude doing a YouTube unboxing: disturbing band name, plus gimmicky idea, minus means to actually hear as intended, multiplied by drone-leaning kosmische jams? That’s a 7/10 if I ever heard one.


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