| Home | We Are | Schedule | Guest Book | Press | Gallery | Store | Contact
Us |
Links |
Archive |
|
|||||||||
FLIP SIDENOĦ 113, Jul./Aug. '98STINKING LIZAVETA Slaughterhouse I picked this up at their show. Their crazed punkjazz is a driving, hypnotic bag-o-licks that will lurch out of your stereo and grab you by your nethers. And no, the CD didn't disappoint me as some people said it might. There were people at the show who tried to warn me that, "They're way-better live." I think that's a misnomer. I mean it wasn't like the way decaf is to real coffee; more like the way mushrooms are compared to liquid acid. They're both a mind-expanding experience, but it feels like a different trip. First, to give you an idea of a Stinking Lizaveta show, you have to know that watching Yanni fuck his guitar is breathtaking. The wicked-complicated thump-a-ta-thump bass jams leap off Alexi's upright electric, and they WILL get to ya. Try to look away when Cheshire rides her drum kit with such soulful gumption that it runs away from her. (She has to corral her gear after songs.) Anyway, it would be tough to come away from a Stinking Lizaveta show with anything less than "fuckin' wow." So how about the CD? I found that while the CD doesn't compare to Yanni's dry humping his guitar up against the wall, why would you want it too? For that, get thee to a show. Slaughterhouse holds up in its own special way. The CD is the tightened down version; screws holding down a hurricane. The disc is really well recorded. Not overly crafted with a heavy hand, but definitely mindful of the technical. It is finessed bliss where the live show is meltdown. The grooves have a Zorn-like feel with a touch of math-rock. It is very calculated but NOT too calculated at all. You feel the subtleties come off the CD, ones you can't get in a beer and smoke saturated juke-joint. Both are worthy. Go see the band on Saturday night and nurse your hangover with the CD Sunday Morning. -- The Cereal Girl |