Saturday, February 20, 2010
The first album by supergroup Praxis is a bit of a tough swallow at first - I can't remember who actually brought it to my attention. Methinks it was the Buckethead-loving bartender at the restaurant I line cooked at years ago; unsurprisingly the guy was kind of a weirdo - one of those "just into weird shit to say that he's into weird shit" folk. In a (somewhat) unrelated story he once asked me over to play some guitar on some godawful Devo-like midi recordings he had done. I reluctantly obliged (gotta keep the bartender happy) and after playing some brutally awful guitar and drinking a ton of beers he throws on some amputee porn to "just chill out and laugh at". No shit. Interestingly, I don't know what was weirder - the fact that he threw on amputee porn or the fact that Tom Byron was acting in it... and I recognized him. I don't know what that says about either me or him but I guess it was a lean month for ol' Tom and ya gotta pay the rent. Regardless - this album is pretty much the musical equivalent of amputee porn - it's enticing in a weird way but annoying in others. Imagine an epileptic mixing a 64-track album mid-seizure and you have some idea of what to expect. Ethereal, heavy, fascinating, cyber-blasting, boring, jaw-dropping, slamming funky shit. Enjoy.