devil in the details

For all their production nous (BoC records just leap outta the speakers at you, even at low volume) there was something kind of HAIRY about Geogaddi. Like if you picked up one of their samplers and shook it a bunch of dirt and leaves and twigs would spill out. Like it had been pickled in a mason jar in a basement for a decade. Like it was made by cyborg homesteaders who were “just trying to make do with what we have.” It fit the whole Drudic/Branch Davidian vibe they were working. Like Krautrock, it blurred twee/creepy/kozmik until a line like “1969/in the sunshine” sounded like the bummest trip ever. But it was also seductive, pleasurable.