Finally, more from Kaputt in the form of this delightful clear blue 7″. Only two tracks, I know, but what a frantic mood they bring to the party; slightly sickly, Fursy sax, high-pitched keening guitar, double-tracked inquisitive conversational vocals.
It all just jumps in there, grabs your hand and starts running.
The band are like that friend that always gets you into trouble, yet charms their way out of it. Everyone is rushing to keep up with the vocals, which are almost sounding Japanese in the frenetic tempo. “Scraping your shoes at someone else’s door” is one of the finest euphemisms I have ever heard (if that is what it is), and as Chrissy Barnacle‘s sax break lends a heady air, the whole thing runs out of steam and grinds to a halt. Take a deep breath and flip’er over and side two is out of the traps with the tempo almost a continuation of side one. It isn’t quite the blockade of noise this time though, with a little more air to the feet and neck with the sax still providing the cherry on their sticky bun temptation. The two voices mesh here and even try to fill in the gaps when the other may take a moment.The rhythm section is all breathlessly madcap post-punk groove, and here vocalist Cal Donnelly brings to mind a manic Robert Forster trying to surf the rising tide of their instrumental breaks. Once again, it screeches to a halt and I am left thinking perhaps two tracks is just what I need right now. Suffice it to say, you need them too.
-Mr Olivetti-
