This album started as a daydream

shit, this album is a wild ride!! i agree with previous comments, feel a lot of acid on this one...

if you're not getting it, well, there are many ways to GET IT, but here's what i did:

1) wake up on a lazy day when you have no real commitments

2) take a shower, make some coffee, get a muffin, smoke a bowl

3) listen to the album while doing nothing else. calm down, breathe, smile, and listen.

  mcbpete said:

  sinicalypse said:

jesus christ, squarey, why do you write these long vapid posts nobody cares about?!@

hell man, i'm sure he knows it!! haters are probably trolls. welcome to internet, WELCOME TO WATMM, hello.

"beautiful rock band play an ultra-gig"

That's what Battles is for.

Actually I like a few of these tracks on first listen. Might grow on me, might not. Some more crazy edits and effects and really fucked up vox would have been nice imo but I think that about most music..

Man this album gets more and more awesome with every listen. It's just so much fun !

  mcbpete said:

  sinicalypse said:

jesus christ, squarey, why do you write these long vapid posts nobody cares about?!@

yeah that was intended as a tongue-in-cheek moment there... i guess once i create transcendental LPs of music that we all cherish and love it'll be more watmmedly acceptable for me to slag off on the ol writing, eh?! =D

  kokoon said:

This album started as a daydream about watching a crazy, beautiful rock band play an ultra-gig.

 

At first, a giant fluorescent image of a coat hanger appeared at the back of the stage. A couple of seconds later a full size replica of the Camden Falcon backroom materialised around the glowing coat hanger. Upon the stage was a group composed of five musicians. They seemed to be of differing ages, some young, some old. I noticed that the drummer was an Eskimo. They played instruments either of their own design or conventional ones that were modified such that they could be used to generate a range of sounds not typically associated with a rock band. For instance, one of the musicians appeared to be using a device attached to the body of his classical guitar that allowed him to accelerate or decelerate time in his immediate vicinity. At a certain point he seemed to quickly reverse back to a couple of months ago. My suspicions were corroborated by his hair and beard temporarily looking rather shorter. Sonically, this had the effect of extruding certain melodic phrases into shimmering monoliths and slow emotion wave fronts. Other sounds being generated near to him on stage also got partially sucked into the time sponge and were returned at high speed as imploded sonic pin cushions.

 

The coat hanger started glowing emerald green. At the same time, a river emerged on the stage and appeared to be running under the drum kit. I was concerned for the safety of the musicians being as it was that they were powering their other-worldly equipment with electricity. Just as I began to venture a comment, the members of the band that weren’t kayaking were enveloped in a localised electrical storm. As the electricity arced around various nodal points such as the drummer’s left hand, the guitarist’s teeth and a Venus fly trap that was sitting just behind the bass amp, I noticed to my relief that they weren’t being incinerated by this high voltage extravaganza. No, but it did seem to have the effect of generating a bass -distortion that sounded as if the bass guitar was actually a RSJ being played with a chainsaw, enclosed in a ventilated cabinet of fine mahogany. In fact, the high voltage was smash-mapping the bass line to a lightning wave and then amplifying it millions of times over. The bassist was now using the entire building as a speaker.

 

My vision at this stage was hence somewhat blurred, but I am sure I saw all of the drums in the drummer’s kit rapidly exchanging places with one another. The snare drum would occasionally rocket to the ceiling and hover there for minutes at a time, oscillating at rates factorially related to the tempo. Thus it started to act as a receiver for electromagnetic radiation emitted by nearby neutron stars. The strange lonely songs of astral bodies echoed about the room as their electromagnetic radiation was demodulated by the UHF calf skin. Then it exploded, showering the band in pieces of plywood.

 

It was at this stage that my attention was switched to the electric guitar player. Splinters of detonated snare drum were striking the strings of his guitar such that his right hand was free to operate a cupboard full of granite spheres illuminated in a dull orange. As he did, his person rapidly fragmented into various historical stages of mankind. For example, there was a Cro-Magnon man and a Homo Erectus playing Monopoly. The Cro-Magnon appeared to be winning. Suddenly the Cro-Magnon was in a headlock. Suddenly everyone in the room was incredibly happy. Riffs of medieval joy bloomed about the small man as he struggled to fight back tears of elation. They were happy because they were real. They were smoking because they were real. The coat hanger winked out, they thanked me and left forthwith leaving no trace save a small dent where a pantechnicon lorry had smashed through the back wall of the stage to deliver a replacement snare drum

The cunt has just scripted series four of The Mighty Boosh.

best electrical music album of the 21st century

  LUDD said:

best electrical music album of the 21st century

oh comeon, where's the requisite hipster fag who shows up and notices your flaming aphex twin fandom and goes "oh they're pretty good, but have you heard of [so-and-so]? man aphex twin is good and all, but this stuff is just on another level, it's so brilliant..." i'm sure someone in skintight black jeans with that artistically-rugged unshaven look coupled with oversized glasses has made THE post jamie-lidell balls-free electronic music album that changes the world and our curmudgeony asses just have no idea of how it all works out, but rest assured, chicks who dig the emaciated look will go ga-ga for it.

* goes back to a life of joyous masturbation to atone for his numerous sins upon humanity *

what ?

  LUDD said:

what ?

wtf is more like it

i preferred what ?

I saw the mighty boosh live on Friday and instantly thought of pushers dream as the stage show opened.................bright colours, electro, jazz, crazy antics, sureal imagery.

ive only listened to samples at bleep but i really don't get this record, nor is this what i expected from this thread. freakin me out watmm

siniclypse if you had any skill atall, never mind as much as you say you do, you could make 'trancendental' tunes with a shitty laptop and fruity loops.

  messiaen said:

siniclypse if you had any skill atall, never mind as much as you say you do, you could make 'trancendental' tunes with a shitty laptop and fruity loops.

you missed out 'ostentatious'

I cant tell you how much i would love to use that word, but i dont use words i dont understand the meaning of :(

Ok, i couldn't believe my eyes once i started reading such overwhelming comments for such a disappointing record! Sinicaypse's view on the album was an absolute relief...

It seems as if Tom wanted to prove that Ultravisitor was the peak of an extraordinaire decade...

Its a bad record, pure and simple.

In time these excited children will realise that.