PERFECTION IS A PROCESS
CD: Old Europa Cafe OECD068 
Don't Boil (Version Two)
Look To The State
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Voice In A Bin
BLOW TO HIS TESTICLES CAME AS A SURPRISE. ALMOST AS SURPRISING AS THE
PAINFUL WHITE LIGHT THAT SEERED THROUGH HIS BRAIN PRODUCING A KALIDASCOPE
OF COLOURS TO DANCE FLASHING IN FRONT OF HIS EYES. AS HE FELL FORWARD
HE SENSED THE CHANGE OF AIR PRESSURE AND KNEW WHAT WAS TO FOLLOW.
The first I had heard of Naevus was on the split release with Knifeladder
on the Terra-Fria label [read
here]. The three tracks contributed there I considered as a nice mix
of Blood Axis / Death in June style of music and was very acceptable to
these ever demanding ears. That was then. This is now. With a full release
to contend with my opinion has changed dramatically. Oh how the mighty
‘may have been’ has fallen in such a short period of time.
HIS NOSE EXPLODED. THE DAM THAT HAD HELD HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD FROM FLOWING
BROKE IN A THOUSAND PIECES AND TEARS FORMED IN HIS EYES. HIS DORMANT SURVIVAL
INSTINCTS TOOK OVER AND HE CURLED UP INTO A BALL TRYING TO PROCTECT HIS
FRAIL BODY FROM FURTHER PAIN.
The first thing that grates is the vocal range of main provocateur Lloyd
James. Over three songs fine. Over a whole fucking album…different
ballgame baby. A pissed up pub singer would sound more pleasing and have
a better style of delivery. Worse than that is his voice…which is
one only a dog could love. A totally non descript monotonous sound that
makes the Geordie accent actually appealing. Then we come to the music
itself. Lloyd is a man with a split personality. Or possibly a split /
split / split personality. How can you account for a recording that starts
with a noise usually associated with the Power Noise genre before moving
into a monologue, that a pre-pubescent sixth form student would be ashamed
of, over said stated din. Then suddenly…we rock! Queens of the Stone
Age beware. Lloyd is after your crown. What a spunk bubble. And so it
continually changes pace. From watered down folk style musings onto more
‘rawk’ and back again. Please make it stop. I can’t
take a ny more.
THEY TRIED TO PENETRATE HIS DEFENSES. AIMING AT HIS HEAD, KIDNEYS, LEGS
AND BACK THE FEET KEPT FLYING IN SEEKING OUT THEIR TARGETS. HE LAY STILL.
AFRAID TO MOVE. HIS WARM BLOOD TASTED OF COPPER AND SPREAD AROUND HIS
PRONE BODY IN A PATTERN OF ABJECT MISERY.
The final nail in the coffin of this recording is with the lyrics. If
you thought that Pam Ayers and Half Man Half Biscuit were naff writers
consider yourself proved wrong. Welcome to Lloyd’s world where he
writes poetically such gems as: "Cubism lingers in the walls. While
testicles bang in jeans" and "Oblivious to bowel or intestine.
You only see the mouth" or better still "One State. One church".
Yeah…and one vision. Eat your heart out Queen. I haven’t laughed
so much since my mother got diagnosed with cancer.
THE UNPROVOKED ATTACK ENDED AS QUICKLY AS IT HAD STARTED. WHY HAD HE BEEN
PICKED OUT FOR SUCH TREATMENT HE WOULD NEVER KNOW. ALL THAT CONCERNED
HIM NOW WAS TO GET HOME AND LICK HIS WOUNDS. ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE THAT
FAILED TO LIVE UP TO HIS EXPECTATIONS.
What galls is that in "Perfection is a Process" there are some
great ideas which just haven’t been realised or matured enough to
take it to a higher level. Who it will appeal to I don’t know or
for that matter giving a flying fuck about. Try it if you must but don’t
say you haven’t been given enough warning. Naevus fully deserves
this kicking…just as our anonymous victim above has had to suffer.
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