HESUS
ATTOR – Sonic Gastronomy Vol. 1
(CD, Moon
Lee)
Sonic weirdness abounds! Everybody duck and cover in
front of the impact of this freak fusion of all things crazy and heavy.
Speed attack and then quickly release, then change, repat a thousand times.
Al Johnson of US
Maple once said in an interview, that it is easy to be regarded
as supercool-crazy when being completely out there and freaky but that it is
much harder to earn destruction-cudos when being subtle and filigrane about
your craziness. Probably yes, but if the craziness hits as hard, heavy and
with such a high frequency as the music of Hesus Attor nobody ever will
complain. Even more, those crowds looking for something just that much out
of the ordinary that they can give themselves a bunch of coolness points in
front of their peers, will walk out of the room three songs into the set the
latest. Don’t worry, out there and out there is still the same out there.
And Cracked as
self-entitled headquarter of all things fringe and further out (or at least
those that we receive knowledge of) is kneeling in praise and awe in front
of Hesus Attor.
This is probably the first time that all the
connotations and references to other bands mention in regards to a band are
not only true but also bearing some importance. There is Mr. Bungle and Fantomas, due to
the highspeed breaks and a million bitparts per song as much as the crazy
vocalizing that ranges from jodeling to death metal grunts to manic screams
to pseudo waltz humming to cabaret and mocked opera singing to a little Miss
Piggy from the Muppet Show on top. Can this really be done by a single
person? I guess it must be two singers at least. There is also Dillinger
Escape Plan and John Zorn and Ruins from the same family tree mentioned. And
then Victims Family and having Les Claypool play a random mixture of Napalm
Death, Bach, world music from Asia and Miles Davis of Agartha-period. Okay,
the last one was invented by me, but it wasn’t hard to come up with,
because they myriad of parts each song is made of beckon references that are
like crashing a rocket into a second hand CD store and then dancing the
Tarantella on the remains. This is music Frank Zappa would have sneered at
and said: Naah, too many notes. (Don’t worry your sorry ass off, I like
Zappa a lot, but sometimes HE has too many darn notes.)
What’s more is that all the songs’ lyrics are about
food and eating. Hence the title of the album. Why this obsession with
eating and food? Because the members of the band like to eat. Well, who
doesn’t, but spending such an enormous amount of energy on the subject
means that it is more than just the ordinary munching but something deeper
and more profound. Or just the first thing that came to the bands mind. Both
would be quite figurative of this band’s way of thinking. Just don’t
think of playing “Sonic Gastronomy Vol.1” for a formal dinner party you
are giving, unless it is that kind where everybody is tatooed, doesn’t
care if you eat with your hands and everybody ends up naked jumping around
in the living room like crazy. Then it probably fits real well.
