|1. Sweet Charity|
|2. None Of Them Knew They Were Robots|
|4. The Air-Conditioned Nightmare|
|5. Ars Moriendi|
|6. Pink Cigarette|
|7. Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy|
|8. The Holy Filament|
|9. Vanity Fair|
|10. Goodby Sober Day|
Buy this album. You won't be sorry.
In the great tradition of frank zappa, bungle has proved itself as master of parody, in the best way. this album perfectly distills the california landscape. it's a brilliantly dark and sinister parody of both western and eastern music, achieving a level of unparalleled terror through bizarre and often comical soundscapes. dark lyrical content mixed with earnest and sometimes wacked out takes on differnt genres create a sense of maniacal forboding.
the album tackles all sorts of out-of character styles, ranging from doowop, surf, klezmer, polka, rat-pack swing, lounge and tons of others. the arrangements are remarkably mature and involved. but the unique thing about California is not only the superb songcraft, but the way the songs are attacked.
the thing that struck me most was how western and eastern music were mixed. both styles of music are fused expertly in songs like the air-conditioned nightmare, playing a middle eastern melody over a surf rock beat, and ars moriendi, blending european klezmer with middle eastern sound. its mind boggling.
the general parody of surf rock pops up on the first track and also on the air conditioned nightmare, fitting all manner of surf, from dick dale to beach boys to the surfaris, all in one song. howver, it transforms into a paranoid portrait of insanity, surrounded by pop culture, a mind going insane with the tv on.Read more ›
The album begins with "Sweet Charity" - a sound so unfashionable it is painfully refreshing - and then suddenly delves into "None of Them Knew They Were Robots", which is so varying it balks discription. Following is easily the most mainstream song Mr. Bungle (McKinnock) ever produced, it has shades of Karma Police but probably more enterprise, going from a soft lilt to fulfilling rock before reaching it's crecendo and failing beautyfully. All the while though, it never loses it's agonising poignancy. Truely a masterpiece of construction accentuated by Patton's powerfull vocal timbre.
From there it's a wave of differing sounds, some that are Rorschach like in their individual appreciation. Rather than go on describing them, you can only understand by hearing them. I'm going to be blunt: buy the album if you love music and want refresment from the dull monotony of other bands. It defies regret, except through the lack of a follow up.
Mike, please make another!!