australia meets argentina. los pranks are the supergroup of michael donnelly and eon from brothers of the occult sisterhood, 6majik9, etc and the kings of buenos aires, vlubä. it's safe to say that los pranks are the aural equivalent of psilocybin mushrooms. this shit is steeped in. hell, they'll probably start growing out of your CD player midway through playing this beast.
anyway, los pranks offer up six jingle-jangle romps through forests spotted in dayglo orange, magenta, and green. this blast furnace wails with psychedelic fervor. donnelly's trademark beefheart-inspired junkyard wet dream is perfectly augmented by the insanity that is vlubä. you can't understand a word that the argentinians ramble, but when everyone is this strung out, who fucking cares? balls-out guitar wails get sucked up by the torpor of post-tribal percussive blasts. hell, i don't even know what post-tribal is, but los pranks will melt your mind so bad that we'll all be a bunch of drooling idiots. yeah, it's that damn good. limited to 74 handnumbered copies, packaged in 2-color silkscreened, oversized pochette folders.
tracklist:
1. clinic ornate at nine o'clock (by flying ants) (audio sample)
2. lions of thought
3. glass spectralis
4. somatch monkey's clutch
5. zero spaced
6. god's cock
