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\"Eugene<\/a>\u00a0\"Eugene<\/a>\u00a0\"Eugene<\/a>
\nFree improvisation and Chadbourne are most definitely a manifestation of Holloway’s other-doing. A crack in the fabric of market capitalism. Outside of the spectacle and beyond its tentacles. No commodities or profundity chasing here. This is primal use value all up in ya face. And he’s an old fart as well, who’s been doing it for years. Eyebrows and recalcitrant stiff middle fingers all over the place. A fuck you to the man. Who says you have to grow up! Revolutionary potential? Who knows, go ask Taylor Swift!<\/span><\/p>\n

Below a review by the Psychedelic Bolsheviks of Eugene Chadbourne’s concert at Cafe Otto in London. The link for those interested\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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https:\/\/psychedelicbolshevik.wordpress.com\/2015\/03\/21\/a-slice-of-marmite-for-a-slice-of-toast-a-review-of-eugene-chadbourne\/<\/a><\/p>\n

A link to the Psychedelic Bolsheviks manifestos<\/span><\/p>\n

https:\/\/psychedelicbolshevik.wordpress.com\/manifesto-first-submission-by-hallucinogenic-basement-dweller-of-the-psychedelic-bolsheviks-hbdpb\/<\/a><\/p>\n

https:\/\/psychedelicbolshevik.wordpress.com\/manifesto-edit-by-mushroom-watcher\/<\/a><\/p>\n

The review in full below.<\/p>\n

A SLICE OF MARMITE FOR A SLICE OF TOAST : A REVIEW OF EUGENE CHADBOURNE<\/h2>\n

MARCH 21, 2015<\/a>\u00a0PSYCHEDELICBOLSHEVIK<\/a><\/p>\n

(I was under the impression that the Solar Eclipse that occurred\u00a0yesterday was scheduled as a 7 day anniversary of Eugene Chadbourne playing Caf\u00e9 Oto , but apparently that wasn\u2019t true so I\u00a0made the decision\u00a0to produce the following)<\/p>\n

*Warning :the Psychedelic Bolsheviks\u00a0are not \u201cprofessional critics\u201d and some of them refused to wear trousers as children*<\/p>\n

waaaaa wwoooooooo<\/p>\n

Let\u2019s share germs , that\u2019s how we\u2019ll develop our idea\u2019s ..<\/p>\n

\u201c1,2 \u2026.. fuck that\u2026. 5\u2033<\/p>\n

Derek looks spooky in that deck chair.<\/p>\n

the process of getting to London was a difficult one in itself, it felt similar to what I envision bathing a python in cream may feel like \u2026.slippery with odd textures. A coach that was overcrowded\u00a0, late, as the coach started out and had\u00a0wheeled on pavement for several time units\u00a0the sound of an orgasm rang through the coach, presumably from a technological device followed by the arguably less sensual tone of the drivers Scottish accent who informed us that we had to go back to where we\u2019d just come from due to two passengers forgetting to get off. ..<\/p>\n

skipping some\u2026.<\/p>\n

a young American couple sat in front of me with thoroughly shampooed heads , flopping over each other in a moon formation , I spent the majority of the\u00a0 \u00a0j\u00a0 o\u00a0\u00a0 u\u00a0\u00a0 r\u00a0 n\u00a0 e\u00a0 y\u00a0 starring at their scalps while in my peripheral vision I experienced brown and green tree\u2019s flying into each other some bizarre shit lofi time lapse .<\/p>\n

At last my back don\u2019t hurt..<\/strong><\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t heard Doctor Eugene until late 2014 , it\u2019s to my own embarrassment that I admit that , though the\u00a0problem here is really so many people haven\u2019t heard of Eugene. Proof that the flan whoopers who are most prevalent in their genre\u2019s or popular music in general do not get there from simply being the most talented , original or unpredictable but from something else\u2026 I think you know what \u2026. ..\u00a0 (the voice\u00a0whispers: marketing and a cleverlymanaged commodity)<\/p>\n

When I did finally hear him it felt as if it was something bigger , more significant than just listening to another musician that repeats a similar formula to dozens of others that have found that to be what people want to hear . It felt like quite the opposite , a musician who played what he wanted to hear and allowed music to be a vehicle\u00a0to experiment\u00a0 in a way \u201cyour not suppose to\u201d\u00a0 ( just had a thought about Rib Eye Steak, having a food called such a thing makes me wish that we had eyes in our ribs , faces for eyes have become tedious) \u2026\u00a0 Eugene pushes boundaries and mocks genre without the pretentious annoyances and pointlessness of things like \u201cSound Art\u201d\u00a0 (Out of Lunch did a rant about this recently , you should read it if you want to) . He plays with sausages and farts out moons ,\u00a0incorporates silliness to be a radical tool that challenges the monotony and etiquette\u00a0of music\u2019s standards , he ridicules boredom with unrestrained movement on his guitar\u00a0, throwing all the most inappropriate ingredients into the cooking jug , without plastic wrappers removed\u00a0 , out of date\u00a0and still in bottle, jar and basket.\u00a0 Scribbling all over my mind with all the fun of blowing raspberries on a cow\u2019s stomach\u00a0 on acid while it gently strokes your head with its hoof \u2026 o yeah, hoofs everywhere with Chadula\u2019s sound ..<\/p>\n

Country music for people with a impatient \u201cPunk\u201d kind of attitude , Country music that will make you scream \u201cyes , you just fucking did that,yes\u201d at your record player ,\u00a0 scrambled improvisation and sincerity that the bourgeoisie want banishing\u00a0from culture. An attack on the conservatives\u00a0grip of the\u00a0Country tradition in both idea\u2019s and form , music that threatens to expose all previous preconceptions of \u201cfar out, man\u201d. An obsessive that constantly uses music to represent that he believes in turning the world as we know it upside down, a socialist who was accused of \u201cbeing a direct threat to the American way of life\u201d by the Reagan administration .<\/p>\n

Shall we talk about the gig?<\/p>\n

Sure , why not man ..<\/p>\n

o yeah right<\/p>\n

shall I start now?<\/p>\n

yes, stop hesitating this is foolish<\/p>\n

ah yes oo , here goes<\/p>\n

The sweet stuff went down at Caf\u00e9 Oto , before arriving I had great hope that this was a posh way of saying \u201cCaf\u00e9 Otter\u201d and that there would be free roaming otters staggering around the premises that interact with the music and the audience could place them on different parts of Eugene\u2019s body while he\u00a0 played , upon arriving to the venue there wasn\u2019t a Otter standing by the door moodily smoking a cigarette and giving me hostile\u00a0glances as I had hoped. Statistically there was no Otters to be seen at all.\u00a0..<\/p>\n

Chad-bear was sat behind his desk with out his signature glasses\u00a0 but with all new \u00a0piercing eyes selling cd\u2019s In socks along with own dreams that he\u2019d preserved, upon first seeing him\u00a0I felt that he\u2019d probably be a great storyteller , the kind that could retell experiences in a way that would be valuable and engaging about alligators and absurd situations in some wooden shed with cushions and old magazines all over the floor (although I can\u2019t guarantee that seeing him would produce the same kind of feeling in you)<\/p>\n

Onion Plumbers, surround me \u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

there was sounds produced for around two hours broken up with a talk with Hegelian wizard cobbler Dave Black (no relation to Bob black, thank fuck) who told me he thought\u00a0the guitar was\u00a0all real groovy and Owen Jones was a swinging vicar (undeniably true). Waiting for him to start I felt such a genuine excitement that I could feel my toes juicing up and worried that I might throw my dick through the crowd while he played . When he started his Banjo introduction to the lullaby chamber I was caught up in\u00a0the contrast between his\u00a0blue shiny shirt\u00a0(I\u00a0wanted to get up and rub\u00a0the shirt\u00a0through my fingers while the banjo acted as a theme track to me doing so ) and his silver head whirls.<\/p>\n

I felt my head heading pulling from side to side as he went through his Friday 13th set about needle dropping and cold gravy without hesitation we can claim that Chabourne is the best guitarist on the green and blue ball, it\u2019s not hard I just did. The way he does covers of songs that have no interest to me and makes them incredibly\u00a0 refreshing and off the radar of its original form makes me shake me head violently from side to side with my tongue throwing saliva all over your dinner..<\/p>\n

He did Beefheart\u2019s hearts mirror man or at least \u00a0the lyrics with what\u00a0seemed to be a unrelated made up\u00a0\u00a0guitar which was delightfully confusing , though apparently a member of the audience said he was very \u201cBeefheart\u201d, what does this mean ? A pathetic attempt to make sense of it all\u00a0through a poor comparison, Chadbourne sounds like Chadbourne , there\u2019s really so little \u00a0imitation that it becomes needless to group the sounds he produces with other musicians, he stands as something by his self (as does the Captain).<\/p>\n

Perhaps the most absurd point in the set, the pinnacle of the absurdities was a medley that combined 1967\u2019s psych roulade with detestable modern pop , with Love\u2019s, \u201cRed telephone \u201d\u00a0\u00a0and Katy Perry\u2019s \u201cRoar\u201d , ah the unity of opposites yes, Marx had something to say about that didn\u2019t he\u2026. Eugene did it in the most genius of fashions , all while\u00a0wobbling side to side alternating feet\u00a0like a baby struggling\u00a0for balance amongst it\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n

He sprayed a similar kind of magic when he covered popular girl group TLC , with a rendition of their song \u201cUnpretty\u201d with a broken guitar solar system\u00a0and angular improvisation in the middle where he repeated their lyrics \u201ccan\u2019t believe I\u2019m tripping\u201d over and over as he elongated the song and flew\u00a0it out of its original proportions , to an uneasy ditch of string squeaking and staggered leopard dodging .<\/p>\n

the whole set was full EC\u2019s ten finger banjo rumbling ,cartoon faces and twitches ,honest sweat that requires two shirts,\u00a0voice changing and him licking his fingers to rub the base of his guitar to produce mouse song, yet I couldn\u2019t help but feel disappointed that for Eugyular it seemed to be more tame than I had prepared my myself for , I expected more of an explosion that opened up the music and manifested itself all over my body and face , more\u00a0 of the abstracted tangents that jump from tree\u2019s into countryside ponds throughout Eugene\u2019s records , even though at points I did find my eyes creasing and widening in amazement , such as when he seemed to interact with noises in the environment to shape his music improvisation around the bar noises and the percussion of heels walking across the floor.<\/p>\n

From the perspective of a sic year old Mordecai wrote on a sheet of paper that he thought the songs were too similar\u00a0, too long, \u00a0though considerations should be made that this is the kind of six year old that refuses to except being bored\u00a0, constantly grappling\u00a0 it\u00a0, the kind of six year old with no time for the diplomatic mincing of words, the kind that will tell you to get out of his fucking house when he\u2019s had enough (the kind of honesty that the left keeps in the wardrobe).\u00a0What I see as one of the fundamental brilliances of EC is that he produces the kind of\u00a0 fun that is impossible not to engage with because there\u2019s no way of ignoring it\u2019s ever changing erratic ridiculous nature, the kind that can successfully like up to the enhanced imagination of a child\u00a0. At the Oto it just seemed there was more of a singer \/ song writer approach, though, the very fact I felt disappointed with this only highlights that Chadbourne has no intention of trying to impress the consumer and that his whacky balloon , electric rake, falling off a cliff speed antics\u00a0aren\u2019t something forced to make himself look \u201cAvant-Garde\u201d\u00a0but are absolutely genuine \u2026 those monkeys gunna be dancing all day.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d go into the bottom of a rabbits burrow , listen to some one talk about Zizek (urgghh la ) to see him again, as many times as the opportunity existed, his music turns Zebra\u2019s into candy and I\u2019m never stopping taking it.<\/p>\n

After the gig there was shouts of \u201cPenis\u201d in the tube station then as\u00a0 Whiskey laced my intestine I was shown a Chad record I was yet to have heard before \u201cCountry Music in the world of Islam\u201d ,my brain turned the opposite way around within the confines of my Skull I felt like it had some how built on my previous understanding of Eugene , I wanted to sink into a grapefruit with him inside that grapefruit with me , playing as he plays.<\/p>\n

Crumple me up Cindy, I\u2019m ready for the bin!<\/p>\n

You can\u2019t really expect me to lay on Beefheart\u2019s moustache all day, I\u00a0need to grow spots for a new form of fish, they just put in the order\u00a0, Crumbs.<\/p>\n

Let the liberals keep Dylan, the revolutionary freaks\u00a0got\u00a0 Chadbourne .<\/p>\n

Tune in, Queer it , Organ- ise<\/p>\n

HBDPB<\/p>\n

https:\/\/archive.org\/details\/Eugeneology18-iii-2015<\/a><\/p>\n