Ashtabula / Possible Smokestacks

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Correct us if we're wrong, but we believe it was the legendary '60s imagemaker Jake Witsen who said, "Give me intestinal fortitude over verisimilitude any day, 'cause I want a band with blood and guts, not a group of bleepin' nuts." Good on yer, Jake ol' boy, you said a mouthful there. But the Witsenian guts on Possible Smokestacks might better be spelled p-l-u-c-k. Lots of pluck. As with outfits within the Elephant 6 collective, there's a ubiquity about it as well (Brobdignagian in this case, as opposed to E6's Lilliputian, let's set the record straight). Smokestacks takes in everything from the glimmer of '60s psychedelic Britpop (a la the UK Kaleidoscope) to a bizarro-world cross between Remake/Remodel-era Roxy Music and Dub Housing-era Pere Ubu, to the Edgar Broughton Band and Hawkwind (setting ears on fire in a tent on the Glastonbury plains). An appearance by a German chanteuse on one track sways somewhere between Nico and Lotte Lenya (but for god's sake, don't go blabbing to Boyd Rice). This album is, as they are wont to say in Magnet, "all over the place." It might make you cry, it might make you sweat, but it'll definitely make you moist. And in these frigid times, kingpin, isn't leaving one's glands to the mercy of people like BOB MALLOY (STRAPPING FIELDHANDS) what it's all about?

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