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This review is from: Peanut Butter and Jelly Live at the Ginger Minge (Audio CD)
Whilst enjoying this record, the listener may find themselves perturbed by the lengthy silence that follows track ten. Don't worry your pretty little head - it's just the end of the album.
There are two good reasons why the climax of this supposed `long' playing record may cause alarm: Firstly, the album weighs in at a mere twenty minutes plus change (an average of just over two minutes per track, maths fans); Secondly, it is such a joy to listen to that you will not want it to stop.
Though it is not actually a live album, the sound is raw and raucous. A gibbering, stomping mutation of Nuggets-era garage rock, Coachwhips attack your ears with hitherto unknown levels of noise. Hammering drums, churning guitar, whirling organ, vocals so drenched in fuzz that they lose any meaning - a sonic experience akin to listening to a distant fairground from inside a cement mixer.
PB&J @ Th' GM is a short, hard hit of sonic thrill. It has no deeper meaning or message, no axe to grind or tale to tell. It wants drugs, girls and hard liquor, but more than that it wants to take control of your feet via your ears.
If you are the type of listener who wants such things as subtlety, nuance or value for money, this is not an album for you. If you like rhythm and noise, brevity and euphoria, put twenty minutes of your time aside for Coachwhips. Then skip back and play it again.