Some
bands are blatantly unwilling to be categorized.
They have
a perverse need to wander off on a tangent just when others think
they have managed to wrap their heads around them.
The Penny
Black Remedy are like that.
Balkan
folk can effortlessly slide into some country styled ska with nary a
consideration for the discombobulation that may cause for those who
are not open to changes of pace and being wrong footed at every turn.
However
if you are the type who loves the thrill of leaping into the great
unknown then this is the band for you.
Each
track as it reveals itself is the aural equivalent of a jack in the
box bursting forth to shout 'surprise'.
Nothing
is as it seems, but all the disparate parts are stitched together so
well you can barely see the join.
The album
itself is reminiscent of a long corridor with doors lined up on
either side and if you open one it's a scene from a spaghetti western
playing out, three down on the left it's a niteclub in Berlin circa
1942, next door is the guys from Madness jamming with a polka band
and across from that there's a room full of Russians playing a
drinking game with Chas and Dave.
Not a lot
of it makes any real sense when you look directly at it, but it all
casually sits on the periphery rather comfortably just getting on
with celebrating it's differences.
So in
short let's just agree that it's brilliant and accept that being
different is actually pretty cool.
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