Leprechaun Catering 'Male Plumage' LP
'Male Plumage' is Leprechaun Catering's third and finest long-player, a fuzzy trip down the rabbit hole where
red is blue and up is down. Influenced only by animated gifs and ice cream, Leprechaun Catering conjure the spirit
of Harry Partch, if he were locked in a room with Nickelodeon and a scratched copy of Fast Eddie's 'Acid
Thunder' as his only entertainment. Each track is enough to fill your living room with a most pleasant gas, enjoyed best while counting your veins
and dipping fondue.
There are 326 copies pressed, each on colored vinyl (opaque orange with red and purple splatters). The a-side center sticker is hand-numbered out of 326. 300
copies come with four-color hand-screened chipboard sleeves, the remaining 26 come in black sleeves with full-color copies of the original art
glued on the front and back.
01 - Adult Carrot
02 - The Roar of Pizza Boxes
03 - For Now, Opaque Means "Opaque"
04 - Somnambulant Refridgerator
05 - Hippy Id
Dusted Magazine:
Oh my lord, insane robot time. Baltimore duo Leprechaun Catering (featuring Megaphone label
guy and Jad Fair collaborator Jason Willett) don’t just ghost the machines, they run them
far beyond capacity into a confusing, yet syncopated state of organized confusion. Kling-klangs
harder than most things I’ve heard this year, and wholly amazes on two fronts: one, a fractious,
sputtering twist of live improv samples chopped up to squelching mania, then let loose to
destroy, and two, a remarkable steadfast concession to the beat, one which few if any of
their “contemporaries” (and by that I mean any half-bake noiseniks, from Neon Hunk to [D]
Yellow Swans) have truly been able to master. Could Raymond Scott orchestrate a rave at
its most cacophonous? Leprechaun Catering intend to show us how that might have played out.
Beyond weird bouts into a restless twin consciousness.
The Wire:
The third album from the Baltimore duo of Jason Willett and Tom Boram sounds like the overspill
of their first, released on Nautical Almanac's Heresee label. Jerky cartoon electronic squeaks,
bleeps and blurts rampage throughout both sides of this eccentric yet cleverly composed bout
of tangled wire-tripping and burning robotic rhythm. Mention should also be made of the vinyl
itself, a sickly glowing blood orange lollipo of tightly packed grooves that has "lick me!" written
all over it.
Siltblog:
Sorry for bein so delinquent w/my opinionatin. I was servin jury duty & sequestered in one
of them Holiday Inn Express hotels. Right nice accomodations 'n everything,the cinnamon rolls
& hard boiled eggs they put out for breakfast each mornin was quite enjoyable. I've had worse
coffee too. There was a game room with an air hockey table that was a mess've fun till I got
so good that none of the other jurors could beat me & quit playin. As far as I'm concerned,
they was all GUILTY of bein lame. As for the trial, it's nothin to get worked up about (some
fella was suin his neighbor because of a loud air conditioner. I stayed awake for most of it).
Thank God that's over. I was tickled pink to get home & resume my daily what-have-you. There
was a couple boxes of records waitin for me so the other night we had some folks over &
commenced to playin some of'em. Ironically, the one I didn't spin-this here lp by Leprechaun
Catering-seemed to command the most attention. Before I could put it on, my upstairs neighbor
"Red" (on account of the birthmark on his neck) gave it a gander, held it up, made this Jo Anne
Worley face & said sarcastically 'I bet this is good!" From then it got passed around & everybody
had their little laugh 'n petty comment. I dunno, I kinda like it. It reminds me of that actor
David Lochary from them John Waters movies. Which is funny, cause Leprechaun Catering is from
Baltimore & nothin says Charm City more than John Waters. And let's be honest here, where else
of the east coast would you be likely to find leprechaun caterers? I'm serious. Ever been to
Baltimore? It's got some weird shit goin on. I can almost envision a building stuccoed w/graham
cracker where many petite figgy puddings, mince meat pies & smoked salmon canapés are churned
out at an inhuman volume. Leprechauns know one thing & it's work. Or is that elves? Leprechauns,
elves, same difference! That said, the duo known as Leprechaun Catering put their collective
nose to the grindstone on this top notch lp that speaks to me in tongues once reserved for records/artists from past worlds like Metalanguage, Parachute & Random Radar.
The one fella on here, Jason Willett, I know from work w/Half Japanese, that Jaunties box
on Stomach Ache & other 7"ers I'm too lazy to go & check out. The other one, Tom Boram, is
a mystery-as is who plays what-but that's okay 'cause it smokes like a box've florescent
lightbulbs launched from a cannon & exploding into the side of my head. Great crackled &
glittering diy improv damage & quite possibly the greatest bucket of gunk to claim Maryland
as a home state since 'The Zombies Of Mora-Tau' stalked the beaches of yore. On the excellent
White Denim label & limited to 326 #rd copies. Get it at; http://www.whitedenim.com/
Released July 2006
