Everyone is a Robot Except for me and My Monkey
My initial thought is how this track creates such a unique yet unusual sound that, in normal circumstances, I would have switched off immediately, as it is not to my own personal taste. Yet somehow I found myself listening intently to lyrics such as 'I'm quite sure when this happened. It was the day that Jimmy Saville got his KBE'. This one track single contains spoken vocals that resemble a saner Frank Zappa, yet are still both absurd and obscure. Although I'm certain die hard Zappa fans would ultimately disagree that this artist could possibly be compared to the unique Zappa. Accompanied by an even more surreal video this track is definitely worth a listen, because you will be telling your friends about it. It does, however, have the Marmite factor: you are either going to love it or hate it but go on, give it a try.
Losing Today Review of Psychedelic Monsters written by Mark Barton
Should come adorned with one of those government health warnings that requires you to approach with caution, adhere to the recommended dosage and that in the occurrence of the suffering of side effects to seek professional help.
It's quite obvious that chief Eigentone Paul is one of pop's great eccentrics whose lineage taps into the mindsets of Van Vliet, Johnston, Stanshall, Zappa and the Goons, clearly reading from a different songbook from the rest of us - no doubt the wrong page to.
Do not adjust your hi-fi for they control the width, the length and the space between your ears, veering from the crooked to the creepy, the ominous to the odd, the inspired to the insane 'psychedelic monsters' is a 47 minute trip to a place you perhaps hoped you'd never go, a place of the strange, the wondrous, the wonky and the melodically mischievous.
Its been a while in incubation, 'Dalmatian Rex have been quietly grooming and nurturing the follow up to 2003's desirably wired Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band meets Butthole Surfers 'Majikal Moose Moustache Musique'. Nineteen tracks feature within including this years much loved brace of singles - the dippily Devo-esque 'Geek' and the sublimely chilled softly psyched UFO / tin foil / robot paranoiac isolation of the smoked 'everyone is a robot except me and my monkey'. Nice to see that old habits die hard - getting to be something of a trademark now with each new album phase the band members names have changed - these days finding them sporting zoo animal titles (don't even go there) while fans of the whacked out song titles of past times (whoever could forget the immortal 'suddenly he became attracted to a deep fat fryer') will find the impish Beefheart / Stanshall like pen well sharpened with the inclusion of nuggets titled 'the frieshian who dreams of multi dimensional budgerigars' (incidentally very minimalist and clearly of note for fans of early career Fall albeit meeting Rooney on a rainy Manchester night) and the Half Man Half Biscuit - ist 'the drummer from Showaddywaddy is going to kick my head in' (really I'm being serious just don't go there).
Estranged from normality 'psychedelic monsters' is a surreal trek through a Lear-esque labyrinth, a place located in the overlapping voids where the various strands and species of pops orbits converge, psychedelic in terms of the fractured confusion of a loose free spirited post Floyd Barrett mindset rather than psychedelic in the Barrett Floyd meticulous / perfectionist / visionary / seer mode and yet scribed with an anything goes Zappa-esque appeal.
Opening to the nonsense like eerie drone ambient psychosis of 'I'm scared of you Japanese Cheese' and the unparalleled wig flipped angular grip of 'I'm not scared of you mushy peas' - 'psychedelic monsters' makes its intentions to mess with your fringe clear from the start, between the skewed, absurd and abstract you'll find love noted odes to Thunderbirds characters - 'lady Penelope', strange warped Popticians / John Cooper Clarke styled prose ('Albatross y'), momentary interludes ('flying florescent jelly fish', the huge ever growing pulsating brain that is the parting 'at the bottom of the sea…' and 'rhubarbermarmalade') and lunatic hymns for the lonesome and disenfranchised 'weirdnessy'.
Between the cracks emerges brief moments of lucidity courtesy of the toe tapping beat grooved sugar tipped harmony laced 'Octopus I love you' and the electro swirling braids of the chugging power pop grinds of 'tarzan, jane, superman and lois lane' which at times sounds like the Weddoes being piped through the ether from a parallel universe. Then there's the nuts down motorik grind of the gnarled austere post punk bleakness of 'the loneliest whale in the world' coming across like some skin peeling psychosis wracked prime time Joy Division while the unravelling and punishing pulse racing monochromatic kraut grind of the power surging 'ever so slowly losing my mind' may just have the Hawkwind space cadets among you swooning in mesmeric admiration.
Clearly the work of a fractured genius.
Key tracks -
The loch ness monster
The Frieshan who dreams of multi dimensional budgerigars
The loneliest whale in the world
Losing today review of Geek
I'm sure I mentioned these in passing a day or
so ago when we took a peak at their brand spanking new download only
release 'everybody is a robot except me and my monkey' which you can
access via the bands website at
www.myspace.com/dalmatianrexandtheeigentones - anyhow 'Geek' is the
release that momentarily got away until that is head Eigentone Paul
kindly sent us a replacement copy. Strictly limited by the looks of
things to just 200 hand numbered copies - which in case you are
wondering ours is number 13 which depending on your perspective could
be viewed as both and good and bad thing given that it could mean that
only 12 copies have shifted or indeed if the distribution is from
bottom to top then only 12 copies are still available. Either way it's
a corking slice of 'do not adjust your hi-fi set tuneage for Dalmatian
Rex control the horizontal, the vertical and all the weird bits in
between for the next 5 minutes and thirty eight seconds at least.
Losing Today review of "Everyone is a robot except for me and my monkey"
Dalmation Rex and the Eigentones 'everybody is a robot except for me and my monkey' (free download). Those with fairly long memories may well recall our utter fondness for the strangely named Dalmation Rex and the Eigentones. Their second full length 'majikal moose moustache musique' from a few years back for Sorted was a constant feature on the losing today hi-fi - wired, cracked and decidedly essential ear groove as far as we were concerned. And then the band fell from view and off the radar. We feared the worst. And then out of the blue early this year strange dispatchers from far off began to wobble our well honed antenna. A single 'geek' was promised - sadly it never arrived at our gaff - royal mail perhaps you can answer as to why exactly not. (Fear not Paul from the band has promised another copy so expect further adulation in a future missive). Then a message of a free download, video and news of a forthcoming album entitled 'psychedelic monsters'. Man we were fainting at the sudden hive of activity. 'everybody is a robot except for me and my monkey' is the title of that download (you can access it for gratis via their my space page - address later). Taken from the aforementioned forthcoming album Dalmation Rex and crew in mellower tones playing the pop dream - well almost. Think 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers' meets the crooning Mighty Boosh on a landscape populated by picturesque homely postcard scenes of soulfully sepia tinged Christmas montages all peppered by smokingly sublime chill down vibes, comotosing cosmic whirlpools and shimmering 50's styled bubblegum standards. Need we say more - just rip the ruddy thing will ya.
Reveiw by Dandelion Radio's Mark Whitby
Losing Today Review of Geek
and crucial, this lot are the celebrated minders of Half Man Half
Biscuit's locker room of daft but inspired song titles - its been way
to long since Dalmatian Rex and the Eigentones last scared the crap out
of our hi-fi, months of carefully planned rehab was essential following
the walloping it got from this lots hi-fi slapping Cravats meets
Beefheart meets Fall goonery that was the 'majikal moose moustache
musique' full length. And don't be phased by the fact that it's a few
years old now - kids be warned this'll still fry your brain cells. Well
the worrying news is that DRE are back with a brand spanking new single
- 'geek' / woke this morning song' - both sides of which feature here
though we've tried to resist listening to them preferring instead to
wait for a hard copy to do whatever damage it will on the turntable -
however I don't mind saying its a bit of a ripper especially the flip
cut - very 'bill is dead'. In an act of immense generosity and by way
of attempting to spread the word the bands first to albums can be
downloaded gratis via a link on this page and worth making the effort
just to hear 'born to photosynthesise' and 'this is my hippopotamus and
his name is not Gerald' - totally wired.
My Dog's Got A Bucket On Her Head (Sorted) 7"
There was Donald Where's Your Troosers by Andy Stewart and Blue Jean (ahem) by David Bowie but songs about trousers are not as common as you might think. (Assuming you'd ever thought of it. Which you hadn't.) Dalmation Rex add one to the total with 28 Button Oxford Bags ("The best strides that I ever had were..") on the underneath of this white vinyl treat. Gruff garage Beefheart with silly-billy would more or less cover all you need to know. I like it.
Old Leicester Mercury review
Wacky Leicester surrealists Dalmatian Rex and the Eigentones are famed for a Guinness Book of Records entry for the shortest-ever gig, writes Dave Davies. Their Abbey Park Festival '99 appearance consisted entirely of the one-second song, Ping. They also use bizarre song titles like Cauliflowers, Chrysanthemums and a Labrador Called Gertrude Arranged to Resemble a Peter Shilton Hairdo. Maybe now they'll be known for their brand new album Majikal Moose Moustache Musique, which is out on Monday. It's the follow-up to their critically-acclaimed 1999 debut, We Don't Make Toothpaste For Anyone Else, and has already been made album of the week on Student Broadcast Network Radio. It sounds like The Fall jamming with Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa, while my favourite track, 28 Hole Oxford Bags, with its gutteral vocal, bass-driven riffs and swirling spacey synth, even evokes Hawkwind.
Review of "We don't make toothpaste for anyone else" on the Robots and elcetronic brains site...
Frank Zappa in a garage straight jacket, stuffed to the gills with hallucinogens and suffering from cattarrh... would only sound about half as skizo as Dalmatian Rex on this, their debut full length release for Sorted (and their tracks on the "Brain cakes" and "Suction prints" comps both appear on the LP). You get an idea of the sound from the titles: "The encyclopedia of dental repair technology," "Born to photosynthesise," "Teaspoons are the instruments of Satan," "Chicken karma sutra" and so on. Sonically much like Gag at times, they have a stop/start kitchen sink mentality, tricky wobblesome riffs, dirty power chords, spoken word segments, Brussel sprout mantras---think Beefheart and the Fall. You know how they say that if you were to sit down in one place, eventually everyone in the world would walk past? Well, if you sit and listen to this over and over, you'll eventually hear a bit of everyone who's done something interesting in rock music
A good review of our second album "MMMM" by Mark Barton in the Losing Today magazine...
Gripping stuff. I can't remember a record having given me so much fun on one hand and on the other a sense of positive confusion. The incredibly Beefheart / Fall inspired title 'Majikal Moose Moustache Musique' should give you fair warning that all is not quite right on planet Dalmatian Rex, but then as you would probably gather these loveable urchins (who at one time went under the guises of Mule Dilemma, Victor Universe and Mouse Hole Opening) recline in a musical world which freely condones the extraction of unruly potions of weird images and warped collages. This is Dalmatian Rex's second album and follows their equally Goon like named debut 'We don't make toothpaste for anyone' and features both sides of their recent seven inch platter 'My dog's got a bucket on her head / Twenty eight hole Oxford bags' which those of you with long memories may remember getting the thumbs up in Singled Out. Let's cut to the chase and warn you that if you suffer with the following then you should avoid this like the plague. Don't buy if you have a sense of humour failure: like your music safe and nicely defined and hate Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, The Goons, the Cravats, the Cramps and the Butthole Surfers. Let's put it this way 'Majikal Moose Moustache Musique' is testing stuff, unbalanced, chaotic, disjointed and alarmingly addictive. This is psychiatric pick 'n' mix pop at it's best, check these out for titles 'Suddenly he became sexually attracted to a deep fat fryer', 'pickled onion on an ironing board' and the B movie Cramps necking 'Naked Lunch'-isms of the buzz saw 'I was married to a fly headed girl' one of the albums highlights. During the course of the album such liberating questions as where have all the slugs gone are asked, the joys of string and elastic are all are pondered upon, references to nurses succumbing to black holes, masturbation, the loves of orang-utans and the age old debate about whether Englebert Humperdink is really the anti Christ all puzzling dealt with throughout the course of sharp bursts of fuzzy wayward punked up manoeuvres, curious advertisement interludes and Edward Lear like twisted imagery. In amongst this there's still time for some reverse vocal messages (Gagong du ging yadyad ou' and the inclusion of a spoon. Highlights have to be the iced eerie threads of the melotron on 'Moose moustache man' and the spoken word comedy of 'This is my hippopotamus and his name is not Gerald', Viv Stanshall eat your heart out. The lunatics have well and truly left the asylum and are heading for a sound system near you, you were warned.