I’m Fucked (ep)
Small Bear Records
They’ll tell you – if you read their guff, that Joan of Arse is, quote: “The unsatisfactory result of an experiment to see whether a group of monkeys given musical instruments really would eventually manage to re-create the complete works of The Beatles, the EP was rescued from wolves following a series of near-catastrophic events that we unfortunately cannot, for reasons both legal and moral, detail here. We can confirm that some of the rumours you may have heard are true, however they may not be the ones that you would have expected.”
I imagine some strange – but perfect – meeting between The Bees and The Dead Skeletons. The words being all but swallowed back up as they’re being spat out on a song that take’s the band’s name at the centre of this EP.
The opening, title track is like an angry Brian Jonestown Massacre surge caught inside the remnants of a King Loser-like brand of surf-rock.
It’s a collage of noise and indie rock instincts, the closing Got No Time For Them Approximate Blues takes something from the Eno/Byrne end of sound-swirls within found sounds and gargles them down furiously before throwing up everywhere over a post-rock murkiness.
It’s either awful or wonderful. But it’s free and it just runs for 14 minutes so you should give it a whirl. I like it. Nice and art-pranky.