Primus
Sailing The Seas Of Cheese

THE REVIEW

I bought it just because it was called "Sailing the Seas of Cheese" and for the cover: beautiful, very Dalí-like.

I didn't know them at all, someone had told me their bassist was fantastic. I get home and discover the bassist also sings while playing: "well, he must be quite talented," I thought... No, Les Claypool is not just talented because he doesn't sing but emits a few sounds while reciting cartoonish silly lyrics, Les Claypool is as ugly as a bad debt and while browsing the internet you might also read somewhere that he doesn't wash and smells like a Swiss cow on migration... but Les Claypool is a genius.

I don't care if he smells, and I call myself "The Thug," so you can imagine that I too have a somewhat vague concept of decorum and presentability; I don't care that Les Claypool sings like my dad in the shower, and you won't care either, once you finish listening to this CD you'll be forced to admit that Les Claypool is a genius. Because their Funk-metal crossover blues (??) is incredibly infectious, sick, acidic, and mad.

Because Les Claypool is the best bassist of the last ten years, because at times it seems like you're hearing Zappa on acid updated to today (I repeat SOME). This is their best CD: from Les's slapped bass come sounds I didn't even know a bass could make, the drummer plays with double bass pedals on funky pieces, and just for this, he's already a legend, plus he's good and passionate enough, the guitar either goes silent or screams microscopic but dazzling solos with deafening feedback.
Les's voice... well, it will entertain you a lot. And if you happen to find something of theirs live, buy it blindly, because live they were even more shredded than on CD (stretched pieces to the max, INCREDIBLE solos, and shards of pure madness lasting thirty seconds).

This album doesn't resemble anything you've heard before, which is why it's so hard to describe; it's technique, imagination, joviality, madness. Even the lyrics are fantastic [even though the best are those of Pork Soda ("when I have a problem, I spell THC, everyone would know vaguely what I mean")], quirky, surreal yet still disorienting.
Now I know this review probably doesn't explain very well what you'll find in this CD, but I couldn't care less, those who know them have already understood everything, those who don't don't yet realize where music can go when guided by a touch of healthy and crystal-clear madness.