After I told my dad I got this here gig writin’ shit for CVLT Nation he asked me what kind of stuff gets posted on the site. I told him mostly reviews of Death Metal and Black Metal and Doom Metal records and that sometimes they review films and art and photography, typically of the macabre and stygian nature. Then my dad said he worries about me and how I spend so much time in a “realm of darkness,” said he wished I would take on subjects of a lighter matter once in a while. Well then, Dad, this here review’s for you.
Radar Men From The Moon’s debut LP Echo Forever came out almost exactly one Earth year after their EP Intergalactic dada & Space trombones. And ain’t much changed in that year, let me tell ya. This Dutch trio still favors sci-fi movie soundbytes over vocals; they’re still writing riffs that give the listener the effect of ripping a gravity bong in anti-gravity; their songs still rise to float monolithically slow over your head like some star-filled and impossibly ubiquitous menhir from a land where time and land don’t exist. And, most importantly, Radar Men From The Moon are still primarily focused on taking you, the ought-to-be gracious listener, on a little trip – that is, a pleasant voyage through the winking, inky beyond, where always in the outer reaches of your consciousness – like your name being called from without a dream – you hear the voice of the late Carl Sagan saying something like: “We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars.”
There’s something very refreshing and alien to these latest seven tracks, but that’s not to say the Radar Men are entirely unfamiliar sounding. Like dehydrated space food, you’ve tasted these flavors before, just never in such a form. Radar Men’s sound, which was pioneered on
Intergalactic dada & Space trombones, and then perfected on this here record,
Echo Forever, is somewhere between
“Echoes” and
ISIS’ brilliant Celestial record, with a little bit of Man Or Astro-Man?’s humor mixed in; and all of it
ixnay vocals, so as to maximally facilitate your tripping balls and gettin’ jettison’d from this titled rock, borne entirely on your imagination and the these Dutch dudes’ far out tunes.
So when you get up there, be sure to rearrange a constellation into the form of a smiling emoticon or a <3 so your loved ones will know you’re alright, that you’re just on a sojourn through the greater solar system, safe as can be so long as these celestial licks keep on keepin’ on. If you make it out real far, and some nebulous fartcloud tries to tell you it’s God, give it the middle finger for the rest of us stuck here on terra firma. Tell it that there is only one god, and that is god is pizza. And
watch out for that three-tittied chick. She’s only after your wallet, despite all her sweet-lipped gushy promises. Unlike Radar Men From The Moon, who’ve got your best interests in mind, with both
Intergalactic dada & Space Trombones and
Echo Forever on their bandcamp page for pretty much free (a.k.a. name your own price). They don’t seem to give two shits about your worthless earthling money. They know we live in a culture of consumption, but they’re beyond that. Really, they just wanna play you some stoner space rock the likes of which you probably ain’t ever jammed before. Keep in mind, every year at least a couple asteroids fly by Earth closer to us than is our Moon. That’s some scary shit, right? So who knows . . . Best get jammin’.
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ToyLife
August 3, 2012 at 7:29 am
That was beyond amazing. Like Spaceman 3 had good sex with Man or Astroman? and popped out a fuzzy love child.