Mad Nanna
I Made Blood Better
Negative Guest List LP 2012
What the world needs now, I take it, is another mile marker
on the road of "gone." From the wilds of the
Land That Keeps on Giving (lately), Australia,
come Mad Nanna, slightly altering1 their Goaty Tapes release to
make their 12" debut. Though it weren’t covered in twigs and grubs when I
slid off its jacket, I wouldn’t have been surprised. Both sides of this…thing
throb with post-police wake-up/holly-bush-facial/where-am-i-and-what-happened.
It stands up on newborn legs, makes a D-grade effort to iron its shirt, and reenters
society in search of another crunchy pillow (preferably one indoors).
Jandek comparisons are the pizza-flavored Combos of the
music review vending machine; a call to Orkin when you need a hitman. Suffice
to say, there have been acts and records like this about once a decade for at
least 40 years and, sez me, you need all of ‘em. They are the trips for
biscuits, the busted mornings, the anthems of mistake that warm the
wormy-hearted. I can’t tell if these dudes (perhaps the most awkward assemblage
of crumbs I’ve yet peeped, by the way) are writing melodies or just gently
warping the tapes, and I don’t mean some Kevin Shields shit. I’m talking dead
hoofers and all thumb jamborees, blowin brodies on bald tires til the break of
dawn, with nary a try-hard in sight. “You Can’t Expect It,” is almost a song in
that it has parts (plural!) and something (singular) akin to chops. But that’s
about as close as they come to climbing into the box.
I assume this is one of the last howls of Negative Guest
List, along with the Sky Needle LP and Ragtime Frank's The Truth, lest someone
be brave enough to raise the torch. An appropriately muddied beginning for Mad
Nanna’s vinyl career. Bravo!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go pound some vitamins.
1(ejecting "Outside Donati's
Meats,"--"A Day In the Life," made exclusively of burnt ends and
smoked filters--which I was actually a touch bummed to see go)
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