Onetime Electrelane instrumental polymath turned solo sax tooter Verity Susman is of that same enviably eccentric ilk to which the likes of Seb Rochford and sometime accomplice Leafcutter John belong, and a new(ish – January’s already done for us) composition entitled The Philip Glass Ceiling documents a vivid descent into a yet more zany realm of dementia – one which is immediately akin to Zappa’s exclusively fleshy-pink plasticine sumps. A dawdling organ refrain enwrapped about jazzily intoned drums (evocative, arguably, of a certain Rocketnumbernine), as with Electrelane’s finest pieces the track is possibly at its best when stripped of vocal intervention. Indeed, a prude may say that Susman goes and spoils it all by saying, or rather typing something sordid like “Spread your legs/ I’m going to slip my fingers inside you” into a typical text-to-speech, though these ribald soundbites only enhance its kooky kinda charm.
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- Dots & Dashes' Track of the Week comes from the (mercifully) returning @sharonvanetten. Stream Taking Chances: http://t.co/B09ON2VXEW about 10 hours ago from web
- The bad news? That Neutral Milk Hotel, Mac DeMarco and Xiu Xiu all play that night, too: http://t.co/lEcyTwO8Dp about 11 hours ago from web
- The good news? Speedy Ortiz return to London, playing Islington's Electrowerkz May 22nd. Brilliant last time out, too http://t.co/jaoKKsGPG4 about 11 hours ago from web
- Harbouring an understated brilliance to belie the band name, indulge in @DeadCrowPirates' Without Her: http://t.co/5bMVRZtShX about 12 hours ago from web