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Pak — Motel
(RA Sounds Ra007, 2005, CD)
by Cesar Montesano, Published 2006-05-01
Stack rib rack shack shakes a hook a lox, Pak burns with nervy verve enough to crackle their dense skein right out in the open, amidst solar flares. A stalwart trio with brio, knowing full well how to romp over a complex signature shred with sinewy ease, making mincemeat. Grinding disparate avant elements and oblique techniques, they have more chops than the butcher planting ferocious toothpick in your grill. Meaty treats are grated in a blinding flurry of bone-crushing notational stutters. Complicated compositions are fleshed out in such a manner that they must sweat scalding broth. The simmering flavor is savory. Lyrics blubber out, blurted quickly and sharply. Beefy licks are strung together, wound tighter than stuffed lamb shanks. Odd-metered, lumpy, and chunked to searing perfection there is nary a sliver of marrow not slathered on this packed plate. It's all sandwiched together so thickly that it comes off like twelve bites of porkroll at once. We're forced to put a bib on, mouth stuffed to the gills, dribbling gravy on our Sunday best. It's not Sloppy Joe, more like sizzling Manwich. Roasted in an avant-progressive spit and spirit, swollen sausage fingers bloody the party with tasty embraces. Stewed or snacked, sliced and diced, tenderized, buttered to fry, or even raw tartar, the meal satisfies. This will sink its teeth into you, bind your brain in leather, and leave you with your tongue hanging out like so much dried and wrinkled jerky. Feel the marinated molecules of reckless abandon curing.
Filed under: New releases, Issue 33, 2005 releases
Related artist(s): Pak, Ron Anderson, Carla Kihlstedt
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