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Especially how the guitar noodles around fills my shriveled little heart with life. There is indeed an energetic solo, but it's not rock star showboating; it reminds me more of how the BUTTHOLE SURFERS like to play with their guitars. Just burning down the garage with a buzzing sound, but without becoming unbearably off-kilter and noisy. Pure joy of playing.
The fact that the vocals play a rather subordinate role becomes clear after a few tracks. Sometimes sung by a woman, sometimes by a man, they fit in well. Sometimes with reverb, sometimes with distortion, but always as an equal part of the music. In general, effects are used generously here, and no track sounds quite like the other. The fact that they still fit together well is mainly because a band with a common approach has worked on this. Otherwise, you couldn't easily bring together pre-punk tracks from the 60s, instrumental drum 'n' bass, and psychedelic sound experiments. That PyPy manages to do this while seemingly having incredible fun exploring all the sounds that can be created with their musical arsenal is their achievement.
Conclusion: So, cake then, not piss. Certainly not light fare for a quick snack, but definitely better than grandma's dusty recipe. Where's the whipped cream?
