Bastard Music is the bullshit-free title to the new full-length by Meatraffle. The band write songs with both a socialist and a cosmic space perspective (hence Meatraffle On The Moon and ‘Ndrangheta Allotment), and they deliver them with wit, mood and personality, as well as guitars. Bastard Music is released by Delayed Records.
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Henry Rollins stole my opening gambit for this review when he was rhapsodizing about Ween. He said, "out of this musical vacuum came this one ray of light, and that was Ween'. This is exactly how I feel about Meatraffle. Like a ray of light, Meatraffle are illuminating and comforting, icy and absolute, warm and cool.
There's a sonic dexterity to Meatraffle's music and points of reference that other bands of their stock simply don't engage with. Although current (London) guitar bands are still in thrall to the Fall and Talking Heads, Meatraffle's new album 'Bastard Music' is a dynamic badinage between plastic dub, slinky glam, minimal wave, and pH 1 acid house. It is, in short, MeatBeat (feel free to have that, guys).
Every song on this album has a narrative that's completely self-involved. It's not that 'Bastard Music' is a concept album but each track feels like a contained story. 'Cyclops' sounds like an army of ancient creatures chanting and playing zhangus in unison. It's a little reminiscent of the 'drums in the deep' scene in 'Lord of the Rings'. 'Meatraffle On The Moon' has the kind of dystopian wistfulness that 'Are Friends Electric?' has; it's a digi-weepy that's as close to a perfect pop song that this decrepit century has provided. 'N'drangheta Allotment' is another highlight, it has a totally exhilarating cinematic opening with a sneeringly detached chorus and a sparse, almost acid house-style arrangement.
Meatraffle are the real deal. Despite this, the music never sounds self-aggrandizing. 'Bastard Music' has a certain Romantic quality that conjures images of Meatraffle members astride a mighty war machine liberating the followers while singer Zsa Zsa Sapien perches atop a gun barrel like a tattooed Pan, crying noble tears into his trumpet.
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