Ping Pong Parrot

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John Cage once listened to Glenn Branca and said it reminded him ominously of fascism. Well, he would've thought better of Ping Pong Parrot's - Scattershot Bill's 7 Day Safari. Less a blitzkrieg of sonic (youth spawning) bombast and more a beautifully recombinant foray into late 20th century composition, electronica (make that post - electronica), post - post rock and dadaistic takes on jazz. Quack Physics = heralds a jungle cruise with off beatish beats and bleeps giving way to badass brass gone chromatic against a pedal tone. If Hemingway or Teddy Roosevelt wore headphones in a William Gibson novel, they'd listen to Quack Physics. Typewriter Resonance takes us into shotgun shell strewn territory. A great comedian once said: you can't have everything, where would you put it? Well I think everything is in Typewriter Resonance, including an electric guitar feedback motif that Miles Davis, Thurston Moore and Stockhausen would love. Neil's Hyperspace Birdcage pauses on the percussive to momentarily asses the skeletal remains of the day by way of voltage control oscillators after a Tibetan sabbatical. Interrogation Report, Blotched is art called in for questioning by the sensibility police with the sum and difference of madness and beauty speaking in drunken tongues. In The Day Ignatz Met Cthulhu, I imagine a wooden pinball machine hooked up to a plastic grand piano activated by a gene spliced cross breed clone of John Cage and Jackson Pollock. The Year of the Toy Harp is something else. Listening to it has the effect on me of being de-programmed out of every music theory lesson I've ever had and thrown into a wind. It is that same wind that plays the detuned strings of the toy harp as it orbits a wordless and visceral sun. I'm just lucky to be a meteoric ear in that galaxy. And on the seventh day Scattershot Bill's slugs still ricochet, albeit inside the angular piano chorale called Lightning Storms Make Psychic Debris Come to Life. A sometimes self-pulverizing banzai glacier or a black-blood bleeding baby doll out of a Brothers Quay film that suspends the 5 senses while animating a 6th. These 7 tracks are poetry by other means. Come download the safari for yourself and see.
Review by Max Go
LUPANAR EN EL CIELO. Written/Improvised by E. Padilla (synth) / Pablo Rivera (clarinet).
THE SWANKY ALKALOIDS. Written/Improvised by E. Padilla, L. Esquivel and M. Corona.
NEIL'S HYPERSPACE BIRDCAGE. Dedicated to Neil C (C is not for Cassidy).
TYPEWRITER RESONANCE. An Olivetti barrage straight from the trenches of Interzone. That's how you play ping-pong with a live hand grenade! (thank you mr. Ortuño)
THE DAY IGNATZ MET CTHULHU. A re-elaboration on an old Ping Pong Parrot classic (laughter in the aisles). It used to be the RHUMBOID RHUMBA. Now, it's the not so random encounter between George Herriman and H.P. Lovecraft on a dissection table. Oh me oh my.
INTERROGATION REPORT, BLOTCHED. As the interrogation unwinded, my understanding of the interrogator's intents and meanings became increasingly diffuse. It came to the point I completely forgot what the original question was. Still, I felt pressed to come up with an answer of sorts. And here it is.