The delightfully hard-to-listen-to (ninth? tenth? umpteenth? eighth, actually) album by
Chicago's Flying Luttenbachers is a refreshing retreat to the jazz side of the band (as
opposed to the death metal side). Fred Lomberg-Holm kicks it on the cello, with Kurt
Johnson on contrabassoon and Michael Collins on various reeds. And of course, Weasel
Walter freaks out all over his drum kit. It's hard to say what sort of advances this record
makes over their other work--I haven't listened to Destroy All Music! in a few years, but
I can't remember it sounding much different than this despite the different
instrumentation. There may be some musical maturity here but it's so blindingly fast that
I can't really tell. It's nice how Walter keeps his drum sound fairly underpowering in
this lineup--some more reverb and it could really sound excessive. The closing piece is
a 24 minute jam that left absolutely no lasting impression on me (and you know that
you'll never listen to it more than once yourself). These guys rock!
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