We take the beats for granted, that there's only one of a set way of filling in the space behind the melody and harmonics, there's only one of a limited number of approaches to fleshing out sounds that otherwise could be too stark or alien for popular consumption. The safety net is withdrawn, the comforting layer of the THUD THUD THUD has gone and the listener is faced with the problem of navigating unfamiliar territory alone without even a rudimentary guide. Sure, they sound psychedelic, if you choose to equate psychedelia with confusion and mystery and sex.
Guitars reverberate through a delirious and saturated haze.
Voices drop in and out, like a waking dream. Indeed, the second half of this record could be mistaken for Fatboy Slim and the Orb, and not just in a loud club, or under heavy drugs, either. It's like Lo-Fidelity Allstars could be, if only they had some courage and a little conviction. This album, Schizo Fun Addict's second, is like an aural counterpart to the Australian film Muriel's Wedding . With most media one quickly learns to predict what happens next, but with both the disc and the movie what actually happens isn't even the inverse of what one expects but something far more alarming.