Fat Worm play quality organic post-Caroliner costume noise coming out of a state whereCaroliner won’t even play these days, Massachusetts(something about Puritan blood-rites on the land).
The band has been putting on some of the craziest shows I’veseen, not as much in the spastic energy dept. (though that’s not a problem) aswith a blatant and absurd unpredictability, something un-grotesquelycombinative and childish and uplifting without any sarcasm…lots of costumechanges and bizarre posturing that really isn’t because there’s no directingatmosphere or landscape or character behind it. It's just a beautiful, freewheelingcomedy-as-art, art-as-comedy routine lavished together through the holes in anever-growing, porous, neon sound sculpture.
Shambolic as any “filler” on a Thinking Fellers record and as high-stungand purposed as Zappa in his most-‘out’ stages, Fat Worm makes truly invitingskronk rock concrète, full of polyrhythmic toy machines, convincing fartsounds and guttural word games, everything suited-up neatly and snagged in aroom-size waveform with vaguely collectivized, pow-wow vibe, a communing musicbuilt on myths of unrecognizable phrases, screeching guitar punctuation, anddinner sounds of the damned.
This is NewOld-fashioned American experimental party music; I love it.
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