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Crawling Chaos \ Homunculus Equinox [BOUCD 6606]

Homunculus Equinox features further left-field recordings by absurdist collective Crawling Chaos, largely taken from the same sessions that produced debut album The Gas Chair in 1982

Tracklist:

1. Block Numbers
2. Danger in Paradise
3. What's Your Noise
4. Fuel for the Blond Ethiopian
5. Taste of Honey
6. Mummy's Tummy
7. Vallium B
8. Ashen
9. Tom's Bum (There's)
10. Singing Gnats
11. Heavy Luvin'
12. The Mongolian Steak Bar
13. Voedoux
14. Tell Me Why
15. East of West Allotment
16. Suck
17. One More Peso

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Reviews:

"Perhaps the ultimate in arty enigmas, in true Residents style they refused to reveal their identities... On The Gas Chair the Krautrock-styled material works well on Macabre Royale and Disierta Membra, both of which are touched by the hand of Can. On the other hand, CC could also turn their hand to weird, Nuggets-style garage pop, as both Creamo Coyl and Arabesque attest" (Whisperin' & Hollerin', 10/2003)

"Homunculous Equinox actually eclipses the parent album by showcasing hypnotic rhythms and eerily cinematic songs" (Q Magazine, 1/2004);

"The oddness truly is one without precedence, and terribly funny. Beyond the scope of time" (mundanesounds.com, 4/2003)

"On HE the opening pair of tracks are both intriguing, dream-and-wonder filled soundscapes with a distinct (again) Krautrock influence" (Whisperin' & Hollerin', 1/2004)

"Not so much a new genre as pre-post modern. Where else can you hear 'folk' and 'prog' and 'punky synth pop' and 'industrial' and 'au naturel' acoustic chords all in one place? Serious as in: well-produced, well mixed, artisinal electro-acopustic sounds. And mocking: deliberately shit, off-the-cuff lyrics, and a kind of 'theatrical' singing at times (when you can hear it). Their love of sound as noise is heard large across all the tracks. The sui generis eclecticism of CC is daring weirdness, and they pull off whatever style it is they are mimicking" (Datacide, 4/2006)

"What I know I know to be true because they went to my school" (Avid Fan, 8/2003)

"Decades later, Crawling Chaos have become something of an astonishing cipher. Sex Machine, their lone Factory single, is arguably the most un-sexy song ever committed to tape. It's a breathless bit of freak-wave, with roaring guitars, skittish synths and vocals so warped and warbling it sounds like someone's yanking the tape while it's running through the reels. The track's title may promise titillation, but the song delivers one grotesquerie after another: "I went to the doctor to get a smear/He told me I had gonorrhea." Even stranger is the searing three-minute guitar solo that swallows up the entire back half of the song. In the end, even Factory found the group too weird: after two years of hesitation, the group's full-length was finally issued through Factory's Benelux subsidiary, where it died a quiet, pustulant death" (eMusic, 09/2006)