Evidently the well-mannered Kospel Zeithorn is so well-manered, “Stop Making Sense M#therf#cker” is a bit shy to outright curse, yet provide ample musical expletives along the course of the recording.

There are blasphemies here and there: berated time signatures, dressing down of, er, proper technique…and just the frenetic huzz of the entire affair just leaves one with a taste of roadkill in his or her mouth. Heretical. How dare you?!?

This strange bastard alternates between lo-fi basement jamming and I guess what one might loosely refer to as some sort of metal and that kind of quirky, noodling improvisation that, oh, I dunno, just kind of crawls up under your first layer of skin and stings real nice-like. There are also some trippy interludes strewn throughout and a multitude of references, but why bother. KZ has managed to make a glorious noise all their own.

The recording goes on to live up to three-quarter’s of its title, and that’s only because I’m assuming there’s some sort of weird Geek Love going on behind the scenes here. What ensues is an unrefined, murky splurge of horrible sonic gore—not in the “classic noise” sense (yes—it has become canonized)—but KZ kind of does its own thing with a Smegma-like approach. One minute you’re in the baño, the next the tub, followed maybe by the storm cellar and baby stroller, but always beside yourself, the grinning Sybil you know you are, enjoying a rather hairy experience.

The music on this release is primarily string driven: guitar, bass. Add drums to that…and I guess some synth and somebody really weird and confused all recording on a tape that was probably an Anthony Robbins self-help defilement, and you get Kospel Zeithorn. Lurfly. 7/10 -- P. Somniferum (8 July, 2009)