Stuartr sent me Sam Prekop's debut album, a collection of post-post-modern-retro-jazz numbers, featuring Josh Abrams, Chad Taylor, Archer Prewitt and Jim O'Rourke. Cheers, Stuart!
This has got to be one of the most outrageous slacker albums of all time, often unintentionally funny, yet seldom inspiring. Perhaps there's an irony here I'm missing, perhaps a subtle joke I've yet to get. Whichever it is, I'm having a real hard time accepting that any serious effort went into the making of this album. It all seems so very amateurish, as though each of the instrumentalists wrote their parts during the bus-ride to the recording studio. Lyrically, there's no food for thought here. About the best Prekop can do is "well...hey...doo-be...buh-buh".
That said, the second half of the album is considerably better than the first, the last 30 seconds of the last track being what I can only describe as "brilliant". But maybe that's just Prekop's way of snubbing his nose at everyone, his way of saying "see, I can do it if I try, but I just can't be arsed, mate".
Right then, I'm off to listen to Hanson's This Time Around.