Almost as many American musicians seem to have played in bands with Sean Lennon as have ‘jammed with Flea from the Chili Peppers’ (© all newspapers) in celebrity-fronted supergroups at LA ‘nite spots’. And as a way of showing he’s more than just a surname, it works, thanks in this case to an engagingly loopy clutch of lysergic psych-pop oddities created with Primus frontman Les Claypool.
Sure, they’re keenly aware of their own wackiness, but if that didn’t put you off Primus, it probably won’t bother you here either. And despite the odd cooing Lennon harmonies, we’re a long way from Strawberry Fields.
The proggy Boomerang Baby lollops dizzily into your consciousness like a punch-drunk shoegazer, then Captain Lariat resembles a nursery rhyme turned faintly terrifying with help from a looping bass and a toytown-trippy tempo. Oxycontin Girl recounts the tail of an overdose as a blackly comic Kinksian romp replete with wriggling organ riff. And if more bands wrote songs called Breath Of A Salesman and There’s No Underwear In Space, the world would surely be a better place.
