Review Summary: You might be tripping, but what if you trip over something... Like a cliff?
I suppose if music could take drugs and get high, it would most likely sound like
Juvenile Baroque Slaughterhouse. This band makes such strange music, it's almost impossible to categorize. Imagine if Michael Jackson's dance moves had a baby with an electric guitar, a Moog, and a drum set. The resulting child would be rather strange (No pun intended regarding Michael Jackson and children...). Well, that strange child could be seen as
Gall and Wormwood. This album is just so unsettling and strange in every way. Despite this, it retains an odd sense of beauty and direction.
The reason I included Michael Jackson's dance moves was to illustrate the schizophrenic instrumentation present upon this release. The guitars noodle around each other, twisting and turning, sometimes the drums just get the life pounded out of them, sometimes they barely even have a say in the song. Then there is that weird synthesizer in the background, there's constantly some strange moaning or twinkling sound coming out of it. I have no idea what sound it is, really, but it certainly adds an eerie air to each song. The synthesizer is responsible for making the entire album as uncomfortable as an instrumental album can get, it is simply haunting at times. There really is truly no way to describe the instrumental scores present on this release.
Juvenile Baroque Slaughterhouse have crafted something that is almost impossible to describe. In all honesty, the only way for one to truly grasp what this album sounds like is for said person to listen to the album.
Gall and Wormwood is simply strange. This album sounds like instruments on drugs, nothing more, nothing less.
Gall and Wormwood is so strange that it is amazing, it is such an intriguing listen. Despite its absolutely eclectic nature, it is incredible. Those ears, they will certainly remain interested.
I still have no idea what I am talking about...
