I should say right up front that I don’t get the trend where ostensibly serious bands name themselves using intentionally unfunny pop culture puns. I know this Pocohaunted thing is really beloved, but.
Anyway.
This is pretty varied, including lo-fi rhythm/sequencing and blown-out vocals, wavery electronica, some gentle guitar strumming and backgrounded vocals. The first track is a genuinely beautiful piece for three handed piano and frying eggs. But overall it’s surprisingly singer-songwritery for a NP release - dude does that thing where he can’t really sing but he knows he left the note around here somewhere.
Things get much more interesting for the second song on side B, when there’s a stretch away from what was still somewhat normal singing and guitar playing, to a strange pitch-shifted garbling and squealing that only vaguely suggests form. Ditto for the fourth song, where the guitar gets ditched for some dirgey organ sounds that just fit the vocals better. It’s like an even darker, more depressing version of Joy Division.
Bottom Line: Bedhead for neoprimitivists.
In premodern societies the dimension of the uncanny was largely covered (and veiled) by the area of the sacred and untouchable. It was assigned to a religiously and socially sanctioned place . . . With the triumph of the Enlightenment, this privileged and excluded place (the exclusion that founded society) was no more. That is to say that the uncanny became unplaceable; it became uncanny in the strictest sense.
– Mladen Dolar, ‘I Shall be With You On Your Wedding Night’
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