This is supposed to be a double EP of 20 short songs, which sounds an awful lot like an album, doesn’t it? Richard Swift probably wanted to make it clear that this weirdo collection of mainly instrumental, greasy, primitive rock ’n’ roll is not going to take the place of what we still assume will be an upcoming proper classic pop album. However, considering that his last procrastination effort was a collection of ambient electronic music, it’s getting awfully hard to predict where he’s going with all this.
Some of us find this weirdo stuff quite inspiring, though, even if it pisses off the fans of his pure pop. Recorded on a cheap tape four-track, it’s raw, swampy shit. Think Link Wray or Hasil Adkins if you need a reference point, but then imagine them tackling dub reggae along the way, as well as some tripped-out excursions that defy categorization. For an album of throwaway filler and experiments, it’s pretty damn engrossing.