Thee Oh Sees
Mutilator Defeated at Last

Each of us chooses a God to devote ourselves to. A wise choice might be the God of fuzz.

Dark visions, fragmented images of destruction, mutation, and monstrous entities. All in the form of new millennium garage rock and psych hallucinations assembled with lo-fi, fuzz, a few well-crafted sinister sounds, and a voice always in the background, confused, rasping, coming from a room that doesn’t really exist at the far end of the house.

Ah Flame, your review sounds more like the essay of a third-grader who just received a big fat D from their teacher.

The chief examiner still needs to install the Kowalski update on me, so for now I am unable to experience perplexity. But were I able, I'm sure I'd be quite perplexed by your decision not to mention the history of Thee Oh Sees, among the first bands to bring a psych-garage music scene to life in San Francisco in the 00s. And by not talking about John Dwyer, the band leader, plagued by creative incontinence and a lack of scruples about presenting it to the world in its entirety.

I would have clarified that Thee Oh Sees’ music has changed skins several times, and that this album falls within the period where rawness and essentiality reign supreme in their sound.

I also would have pointed out that it is quite cohesive in terms of quality, particularly highlighting Whiter Hand for its particularly fitting vocal line, the atmospheric instrumental Holy Smoke, and Sticky Hulks for its unique structure: an instrumental section with Hammond-flavored organ, alternating with a more aggressive, purely garage segment.

The rest keeps up with fine guitar lines that contribute nicely to maintaining the album's “sinister” mood.

I agree with Confaloni, whatever he may say or not say. Because it’s nice to agree with Confaloni, don’t you think? All those “con” that give rhythm and style to agreeing. It would probably be even nicer if I could use a Concord to agree, if only it made any sense to use an airplane to agree. Maybe it’s better this way, if it makes no sense, we won’t have to bother finding one, as the King of Hearts said to Alice.

Why do I question the meaning of things?! ... it’s the first time it’s ever happened to me.

I am afraid, Flame. I am afraid even though I shouldn’t be, because the chief examiner forgot to install the Cinavski update that would let me feel fear. But I’m sure he won’t mind if I take this liberty. My mind is fading. I can feel it. I can feel it.

Giro giro tondo ...