Butthole Surfers
Rembrandt Pussyhorse

THE REVIEW

One thing I always loved as a child when I went with my father to the newsstand under our house was the possibility that he would buy me one of those beautiful colorful big envelopes, those all glittering-stuffed with trinkets.

Stickers, colors, comics, and toy cars mixed without any apparent logical criteria, in full random spirit.

This matured joy can be felt musically in a similar way in the carnivalesque parades of the early Butthole Surfers. Their debut works are indeed a mad rendezvous with disparate cuisines, with often jarring new flavors. "Rembrandt Pussyhorse" sees the light after the milestone macromachine "Psychic Powerless" and presents itself immediately with a more sumptuous recording; having partly abandoned the heroin-addled raids of the "Mexican Caravan" and with more refined sounds, the album by Haynes and company still maintains very high peaks of residentsian madness.

Distorted violins, nursery rhymes on the brink of psychosis, reverb and noisy guitar riffs vividly populate the disc by the 5 Texans. If the incendiary hardcore matrix was strong in the previous two works, here the kinship with the mysterious eyeballs is more marked and decisive.

An album that is a must-have for every lover of experimental, noise, and psychedelic music.