THE NO-NECK BLUES BAND

"John The Baptist" can be mentioned as one of their masterpieces. Addictive repetitive percussive sound / noise dissonance plus fuzzy, kinky, freaky saxophone attacks (by a guest saxophonist Tamio SHIRAISHI) can beat and stimulate you completely. Their sound structure in this track is constructed with much tribalism and orientalism. And it's quite mysterious and mystic this weird sound agents smoothly approach and infect you ... and upon the last stage their violent invasion ends up with an eccentric quietness. What a drastic fantasia. "Isopropyl Ocean" is more spacey departure. Simple inorganic noise combination is quirky, but you can get immersed in improvised drumming seasoning beneath the stuff. As the suite goes forward, the noisy magical spell gets more and more enthusiastic. "Montana Morning" is harder and more rigid. Deep, dark, but colourful noise junks are formed loosely. Tamio's nihilistic saxophone play is also impressive. Esoteric, sarcastic, apotheosized soundwaves might be emitted via their primitive or machinery instruments I imagine. Such a crazy sound dissection, basically discordant, would be squeezed into your ears and consolidated in your brain. Yes it's got concordant in you.

This improvisational sound collective inspired by something monotheismic cannot be recommended for every Krautrock fan actually, but I'm curious what impression you have via this strangeness.

We can hear a bunch of awesome catatonic and fanatic discordance especially in the first untitled track, with scattered noises / electronic shouts veiled deeply into cloudy fuzz / buzz notches. "For Neptune" (Neptune should be an armoured ghost methinks) is the steadiest, quietest noise ambiance along with Hoichi's biwa melodies representative of his respect for the samurai plus a ghostly chilling air and circumstance around the infernal samurai. The reverberations of xylophone-ish percussion beneath the calmness can make us mad and nervous rather than calm and cool. In the last "The Law Of The Sea" suite, flooded with sharp-edged metallic noises, deep woody percussive sounds, and plaintive weep / groan fainter and fainter in the distance, we can find the stream of sea waves, gradually altering itself kaleidoscopically or prismatically, under such a horrible and simultaneously tragic dark sky. Yes finally we can never hear anything but a rough air, felt maybe as Hoichi's blood flowing from the both sides of his face.

This noise ambient stuff over 45 minutes long is a bit tough for us to listen completely but we can feel their aggressive intention to shoot more sensational hoax than Mittelwinternacht '71. Splendid theatre really.

P.S. Anyway, this album's title is "Hoichi", not "Hoichoi" like a kung fu texture lol.