for your * pleasure – this one’s about drugs

By Kervin | March 3, 2010 | No Comments

hey there, kiddos and widows alike. welcome back to my lazily and, recently, lethargically assembled triumphica indieoso segment i like to call “FOR YOUR EARHOLE PLEASURE.” you will have to grin and bear today’s segment being two days late; i will not make excuses for myself, and it will probably happen again. but you’re here now and i’m here now and i’ve got a lot of lovin goin, so let’s just chill and let marbleize  all smooth and polished-like. a’iiiiight. 

as promised, i’m here to give you a review of albums i find entertaining or insightful or flat-out decent enough to put on in the background while you get wasted with your friends in your lavishly yet modestly ikea-furnished downtown loft. so i will, and so it goes, and so i will go and begin with TERRY SCOTT TAYLOR aka wump-a-dum-buh-dah-bum, a-ree-tee-teedee-tee.

Neverhood Songs

NEVERHOOD SONGS is delightful and delirious. yes, this is a videogame soundtrack. back when steven spielberg and the rest of the gang down at dreamworks realized they had so much money that they could sink a couple bil into the growing casual computer game market, they turned to microsoft and landed a partnership that probably failed a few years after its inception, but however, whichever, whatever. they had the means to give a group of acid-head artists fourteen tons of clay and a ridiculously far-fetched deadline to produce one of the finest point-n-click adventure games to hit the market, THE NEVERHOOD. so a vivid, dynamic and otherwise wild and weird universe was dreamed up, rendered in clay, viciously programmed, and most importantly scored. by TERRY SCOTT TAYLOR, which is where that whole tangent began and where it will soon follow. see, caps-lock and paragraph breaks really ease this whole speed-reading process. it’s good for you.

so taylor’s been commissioned to write some songs for a bizarre universe which was dreamed up by the guy responsible for EARTHWORM JIM. oh, i didn’t mention that already? yeah, whole thing was dreamt up by doug tennaple. his name isn’t so important as his work, hence no capitals. ok i’ll stop breaking the fourth wall for a while. yes, the guy behind earthworm jim the video game, tv show, toy line, et. al, was responsible for the art direction of the neverhood. so he gives taylor some concept art with all these clumsy looking characters with their sausage fingers and three nipples and so on, tells him “we’re doing it all with sculpey clay,” and “we need some short songs in a complementary style,” and then leaves a bigass check on the table as he walks out. or at least i assume.

so terry and his merry band of fools blow the check on drugs, new instruments, and a hole to board up in for the following months of psychedelic quandary, and crank out what could be described with the following simile:

if tom waits could be attributed to sitting down in every bar in america and chatting with every working man, all the while smoking cigarettes and tapping bongos to harness the energy, presence, and vibe of blue-collar american life, one could say terry scott taylor was sitting down in every bar in las vegas with his art school buddies, tripping balls on acid, attempting to talk to every single penniless out-of-state gambler down on their luck and up in their alcohol content, all the while laughing their asses off at how fucking worthless verbal communication is. 

seriously, this is one underrated album, if you could even consider it an album. it’s more of an auditory schizophrenic drug experience than anything else. here, i’ll stream you a song FREE OF CHARGE.

and that’s what it is. see you next week.

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