You know with a title like that these guys aren't going to be a bunch of chin-stroking musos. Over the course of this mini-album this boy-girl duo meld electro-pop silliness, trashy guitar sounds and lyrics that fall somewhere between the daft and the arch. This is music for getting shit-faced and dancing like a twat, not contemplating in your bedroom (which does rather put reviewers at a disadvantage).
First off a note to any antipodean head-bangers - these guys aren't the Kiwi metalists that apparently share the same name. No this Balthazar hail from from Belgium and describe themselves as 'alternative pop'. This is an amalgam of two words which tend to obscure as much as they reveal. But it is ever thus with any of the myriad genre names chucked at bands.
Apparently Trans Am were originally commissioned to do the soundtrack for a Hollywood sci-fi film, but the project fell apart and the band forged on with their own album. This story may, of course, be bollocks as Trans Am are a band who aren't strangers to taking the piss.
Nevertheless the album is suffused with a sci-fi feel and much of it could easily fit over some intergalactic wide-screen chicanery. From the song titles Black Matter, Naked Singularity and Space Dock it is clear where the obsession of the album lies.
One room. Two microphones. One band. Press record. It’s that simple.
Penny Bayonets sings, or should I say yelps, in a way that suggests she’s continually banging her little toe against something.
This is what happens when you give a troubled youth recording equipment.
amateurish, pretentious, exteremely over wrought and I absolutely love it
pour yourself a cocktail, play this loud and sit back and wait for your loved ones to call for the doctor for you
if you don’t like title track even slightly then you’re just a grumpy bastard
a hypnotic and captivating record
There’s a bear with sharp claws and it’s standing on a cloud throwing a jigsaw piece into the sky.
But what interests those of us who have been around the krautblock are the tracks by the lesser-known bands.
..only Neil Tennant could, in this day and age, get away with stalking around the stage in a regal cloak and crown whilst the perennially cool Chris Lowe wears what looks like a Yucca plant on his head
Well, you know, they're Pixies, they do what they do, they're nothing much to look at, they just bang out hit after hit.
Primavera is Costa Del ATP. All your favourite edgy guitar-manglers and electro-warriors without the inherent grey drizzle of a British holiday camp.
Elements of the soul boy sneak through intermittently too
This is big music, people; big in its reach and ambition verging on monstrous in its execution.
typewriters as percussion, ping pong balls, firecrackers fired from his fez, I kid you not here
I think it is, however, important to make some kind of interpretation of the zeitgeist, just not the same as everyone else does!
a pop-operatic piece of disco theatre detailing the life of Imelda Marcos