The Nectarine No. 9
I Love Total Destruction

THE REVIEW

There are people who have talent and intelligence, yet they don't care. I'm not talking about music; I'm talking about people. People who honestly follow their instincts and leave, testing themselves every single day, savoring with amused courage - every single day - the British-thick mist of the unexpected.
There are people who have talent and intelligence, yet they don't care. And I am talking about music. People who truly know what they're doing with notes and honestly follow their instincts. And they go on to create things that are misty, amused, and unexpected.

The Nectarine No. 9 is a peculiar ensemble, born in Scotland in the early '90s and dedicated to an oblique rock, a musical undergrowth.
Five albums in their career, where they move between genres with the anarchic attitude of Zappa and Beefheart and the sinister moves of the Velvet Underground.
In 2004, they released these other 11 tracks with bizarre titles. And it is perhaps their best work, enriched as it is by the piano and the 'fuzz clarinet' of new entry Gareth Sager. They play and sing in a ramshackle manner (Hanging Around, Oct. 1903), flaunt comic strip hallucinated mists (The UNfunkadelic), healthy and amused instrumental self-satisfaction (Iamstoptakingpotmanaged35totakeonthecakedecorationlivinginsteadsignhere___, yes, that's really the title), but also have a real good taste for melody (the title track).

I am very fond of "I Love Total Destruction" because it contains (probably unbeknownst to him) much of the person who gave it to me. There is talent, intelligence, courage, irony, and generosity.