Difficult times required difficult music, my Yarns, that's why we had Guttersnipe; with its own sort of energy-kind there then.
Reiner: A singular yield, a singular yield now.
Barns: A whot?
Reiner: A singular yield mate! Rich guitar strang, flow motive pounding underneath.
Vox like Death come winding through the fields.
Barns: Hell of a way to describe a vocal style.
Me: Nah but for real my Donny, Have you read a presser 1 sheet lately? It's the most.
They say the PR era, circa late 80's killed the golden age of music journalism:
They say Guttersnipe have continuously melted all the forms that they come up against. They are right. Because Guttersnipe is not part of a tradition we know well. You will identify the departure from it though, immediately, upon hearing My Mother The Vent. This LP, the promotional version of which, likely sits in your hands (disk, whatever). The innovation here is a FIRM commitment to the flowmotive polyrhythm underwriting the seared, nay fried, tonal rainbow and de-reasoned vox.
Not Nate Nelson, nor John the masseuse dude from Sightings but TIPULA CONFUSA. Don't want to put the captain obvious pants on so tight I can't jump around the yard because why waste a good yard hang. I'll put on my blighty nighty instead.
UROCERAS GIGAS has bridged so many gaps, finally unlocked the AxeWeld CODE and is really playing the thing. Not to mention bringing forth a world-view so utterly unique. Good luck finding anything like it.
UROCERAS GIGAS - Guitar, Analog Synth, Vox
TIPULA CONFUSA - Drums, Drum Synth, Vox