There is a heavy vein of very dark alcohol running through this. "My Beach, My Waves, Fuck Off!" also has a point it wants to make in style. The darker and hurtier the better on this album. Some of it is very funky; other tunes are more at the freaky end. Some tracks manage to mangle the both together - like "Backwards Intentions" with its fuzzy flute. Sounds like the kind of loops that Beastie Boys would use on Ill Communication. "Everglades Part 2" will one day be looped under some fresh CocOen rhymes. Whenever that sweet day comes.
But for now - enjoy the scuzzy majesty of this unsung fucking gem of an album. And all hail John Peel and the Internet!
Rating: King Kong out of Gigantic Lethal Cocktails