Zesting the zeitgeist, the Instamatic fun on this baby is a gooning lime balloon that’s crammed with ideas. Emotionally volatile adverts that stick it to the line-towing yawn, cricks its neck over the environment, the dumb-arse social vacuum of the internet and much more.
Dog Chocolate frantically nail it, veering from plain silly to outright volcanic, wigging out in a wash of overblown burn, their punky sincerity bow-tied in a gorgeously slanted verve that chippers like early Cardiacs. The bruise and bite of that hullabaloo, a razored riot of righteousness; I’m not surprised most songs never get past the two-minute mark — who needs a novel when you beam this bright? Punching out glowing sentence after glowing sentence that has you nodding along in total agreement.
Moody Balloon Baby is a light-fingered Subhumans-style gobby work of genius that pokes fun at this past-loving country and its boiling pot of prejudice. Dog Chocolate pen some mighty fine Turner Prize gorilla action in the shape of “Animals Don’t Give A Shit About Your Art”, the vocalists manically underlining that amateur is more preferable than the pent-up professional.
Another Upset the Rhythm miracle unleashed upon an uncaring world.
-Michael Rodham-Heaps-
