Undiddley, in Fakes The Blues, convolutes the familiar flourishes of guitar tradition into a magnetospheric phantasm of feedback. Imagine Alexander Calder and Syd Barret joining forces to build a mobile of guitars and amps swirling with their volume knobs set to 10. But that would of course be just the backup band playing to the lead of the unyielding undiddley. There is a careful balance between tripped out licks and the surrounding overdriven orchestral accompaniment.
Enter room #2 of the Undiddley Asylum - Rock and Brolly. Here the space heater, the air conditioner, the electric stove and the snow cone machines are running at full capacity. You will freeze and burn to death. You'll be a better person for it. Does Undiddley go by intuition or calculation? Grave Robber's Boogie seems to suggest the former while Sismografo is a tone poem or meditation on 2 16th notes followed by an eigth note. Something transcendental either way.
If Fakes The Blues is a psychedelic mushroom, Rock and Brolly is a small piece of paper cut up by Albert Hoffman. Or maybe like having some chamomile tea before a couple of refreshing lagers. At any rate, both these releases offer a fuzz foray into dimensions that will be different per every new visit. Such as it was for me.
Max Go
