DUCK STAB / BUSTER & GLEN

The term body language often refers to a sexual attraction, however, in the case of THE RESIDENTS; there's no such things - unless you have a fetish for mutilated farm animals. Here, body language is not body talk - it's a body shouting: Press STOP!

But the other side of your body (body, not mind, because your mind had been eaten so far) is refusing to do it, because you're both shocked and amazed. Yes, that's the music of THE RESIDENTS.

There's a common misconception about the identity of the bandmembers; people think they're staying in anonymity because of some artistic reasons. No. They just forgot their Christian names, the names of their parents, what planet are they from, or the number of their limbs. You have a full right to question their sanity.

Beyond all that dementia, there are really intelligent stories going on; crazy dynamics, arrangements, hypnotic repetitive sounds, bursts of chaotic hiss, some great, rhythmical, 8-syllables-in-a-verse lyrics and those crazy, dissonant intervals that fit in the overall (gory) picture so nicely.

I'm often wondering how on Earth they produced all that sounds. Overdriven sounds, bent out of shape, that could possibly be keyboards, guitars or bended saws. Toy trumpets, stringy things in the background, cheapo electric organs, analog synths (used in a great and unconventional way), tuned percussions. Add to the plethora of the instruments a plethora of dynamic range and different song parts - and you have really beautiful yet insane collage. This is certainly worth your time. Their music should be heard, at least once in a lifetime.