Batstew
This is one of those LPs that Iāve heard about for years. Peopleād say to me āRoland, itās right up your alleyā or āRoland itās terrible. Youād love it!ā But when Iād askāem to describe it theyād go doe-eyed & get all pickle faced ān say āyou just have to hear it for yourself.ā Well finally, thanks to the De Stijl label, I have. And let me tell you something: I am perplexed about what I heard. Mostly, I guess, ācause I aināt hearin things what other scribes have insinuated I should. Department Store Santas? Desperate Bicycles? Not in my kung fu village! To me this LP teeters on a precipice between euphoria & anguish. It is certainly the work of an unstable mind & tortured soul. I mean, you can almost feel Tuckerās circuits shorting out as the record progresses. You donāt need to read the insert to hear that! Thereās a lot of sadness & confusion goin on too. Itās a record about a guyās love for his car. Itās a record about a guyās love for his girl. Thereās a song thatās evidently an ode to homosexual love (not that thereās anything wrong w/ that). The guy records himself talkin to his car, slammin the doors, the girl whispers & sings along sometimes. Yeah, it has itās moments. Like the naif, art brut-ish noisescapes that Tucker occasionally creates or like the dingaling song at the end of side 2 thatās about a Cadillac (among other things) that eventually crumbles into a fuzzy guitar āfreakoutā. It is one odd fucker of an LP, thereās no denyin that. But how someoneā& I wonāt say whoāwinds up comparin it to the albums by Department Store Santas & Desperate Bicycles is beyond me. Oh sure, thoseāre nice lures youāre tossin out there, but theyāre inappropriate. Those bands LPs are challenging. Tuckerās is more challenged. Maybe what they meant to say was that one day Mark Tucker saw someone dressed as a department store Santa, went bananas, then desperately rode a bicycle to the mental institution. I dunno. I wasnāt there. If I was to sell you this record I would say āimagine a record that sounds like someone who claims to be Daniel Johnston who rerecorded Smileā or āimagine if Larry Fischer had been commissioned to do the Pink Moon LP as literally a Volkswagen commercialā. Would you buy it? I know I would because that sounds like something thatās right up my alley & the descriptions are terrible enough that Iād probably love it. That said, Batstew is certainly a unique album. I dunno about a masterpiece, but shorter people are prone to exaggeration. And thatās a fact! Iām glad I got to hear it & props to De Stijl for reissuing it.
~ Roland Woodbe / siltblog

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This is one of those LPs that Iāve heard about for years. Peopleād say to me āRoland, itās right up your alleyā or āRoland itās terrible. Youād love it!ā But when Iād askāem to describe it theyād go doe-eyed & get all pickle faced ān say āyou just have to hear it for yourself.ā Well finally, thanks to the De Stijl label, I have. And let me tell you something: I am perplexed about what I heard. Mostly, I guess, ācause I aināt hearin things what other scribes have insinuated I should. Department Store Santas? Desperate Bicycles? Not in my kung fu village! To me this LP teeters on a precipice between euphoria & anguish. It is certainly the work of an unstable mind & tortured soul. I mean, you can almost feel Tuckerās circuits shorting out as the record progresses. You donāt need to read the insert to hear that! Thereās a lot of sadness & confusion goin on too. Itās a record about a guyās love for his car. Itās a record about a guyās love for his girl. Thereās a song thatās evidently an ode to homosexual love (not that thereās anything wrong w/ that). The guy records himself talkin to his car, slammin the doors, the girl whispers & sings along sometimes. Yeah, it has itās moments. Like the naif, art brut-ish noisescapes that Tucker occasionally creates or like the dingaling song at the end of side 2 thatās about a Cadillac (among other things) that eventually crumbles into a fuzzy guitar āfreakoutā. It is one odd fucker of an LP, thereās no denyin that. But how someoneā& I wonāt say whoāwinds up comparin it to the albums by Department Store Santas & Desperate Bicycles is beyond me. Oh sure, thoseāre nice lures youāre tossin out there, but theyāre inappropriate. Those bands LPs are challenging. Tuckerās is more challenged. Maybe what they meant to say was that one day Mark Tucker saw someone dressed as a department store Santa, went bananas, then desperately rode a bicycle to the mental institution. I dunno. I wasnāt there. If I was to sell you this record I would say āimagine a record that sounds like someone who claims to be Daniel Johnston who rerecorded Smileā or āimagine if Larry Fischer had been commissioned to do the Pink Moon LP as literally a Volkswagen commercialā. Would you buy it? I know I would because that sounds like something thatās right up my alley & the descriptions are terrible enough that Iād probably love it. That said, Batstew is certainly a unique album. I dunno about a masterpiece, but shorter people are prone to exaggeration. And thatās a fact! Iām glad I got to hear it & props to De Stijl for reissuing it.
~ Roland Woodbe / siltblog













