
October 25, 2005
Eggbot
Phalling 4 U
self-released
www.eggbot.tv
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here to listen to "Telephone Man," from Phalling 4 U.
Editor's note: It's nigh impossible for The Bollard
to objectively review the new Eggbot album, Phalling 4 U.
Eggbot the person, the singing half of the eponymous drum-and-organ duo,
is a contributor to our Food & Booze section. Bollard Art
Director Mich Ouellette, a.k.a. The Fuge, designed the album art and hosted
the contest at which Phalling 4 U was recorded – the Battle
of the Bands late last winter at Free Street Taverna (R.I.P.). Ouellette's
introduction of the band and his announcement of their victory in that
night's round of the contest bracket the ten-and-a-half songs on
this live release. Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. Country Rhodes, also an art
director for this publication, co-hosted the contest with Ouellette and
performed the drum roll at the end.
Furthermore, the author of this piece, Bollard editor and publisher
Chris Busby, was a judge that night, and as such did not pay for the beer
he drank, which was likely a considerable amount. Busby has also claimed
on several occasions to be Eggbot's manager, though in fact he is
not, having never done anything tangible to advance the band's career,
and also having once, as part of this fiction, nearly ruined an interview
the singular Eggbot had with a writer from It Magazine (R.I.P.).
That said, Eggbot did not go on to win the contest (congratulations, Confusatron),
and to this day the band continues to toil in near utter obscurity, playing
low-to-non-paying gigs about once a month attended by a cultish following
of a dozen or so fans, about a quarter of whom, again, receive some financial
compensation through their association with this publication.
The Bollard recognizes that readers these days have valid reasons
to question the fairness and integrity of journalists, especially music
journalists, who as a class of writers have precious little integrity
to spare. So in keeping with our commitment to objective arts and music
coverage, words and phrases that could be interpreted as puffery, free
advertising, or payback for personal favors bestowed on the author (like
Eggbot's delicious home-smoked sausages, available for purchase
at some shows), are italicized in this review for your protection.
Even though I'm not Eggbot's manager, I wholeheartedly
recommend you purchase this new live album. It is excellent in every respect,
a perfect encapsulation of the live Eggbot experience captured by
modern recording equipment and transferred to compact disc for home enjoyment.
Phalling 4 U has it all: the virtuostic musicianship, the
hilarious jokes, the grubbing for beer. There's even the now seemingly
obligatory equipment failure that scuttles a great new tune, "Blackmail
Luv Song," halfway through. A full version is expected to appear
on Eggbot's forthcoming studio album, which, based on the rough mixes
I've heard so far, will change the course of modern music as we know
it.
Not that Eggbot, the singular, has any interest in modern music as we
know it. His musical world more or less ended with the dawn of the 1970s.
By then, according to the introduction to this recording, he was over
900 years old, having been "jettisoned from an extraterrestrial
ovum" in the year 1032. In his "quest for universal musical
knowledge," Eggbot had already "created sounds that influenced
Stravinsky, Gershwin, Coltrane and the Monkees."
Some time afterward, drummer Shish KaBob, a.k.a. Tristan Gallagher, came
along playing in a style that mixes Moonian (as in Keith, not the Earth's
satellite) fills with punk-rock pounding. Combined with Eggbot's
Farfisa and effects, it's something to behold.
Much like a carnival to behold, actually, when you're on acid and
wandering lost around the midway with cotton candy in your hair.
Take the first tune on Phalling, "Annie's on the Roof,"
which appeared on 2003's Autorock album (also a live recording,
albeit in a radio station's studio) and has been a live favorite
for years. Gallagher, a.k.a. KaBob, a.k.a. Aquaman and any number of other
names Eggbot calls him on this record, nails this breakneck classic,
which Eggbot explains is a song about a 10-year-old girl whose father's
"gone berserk." (Lyrically, anything's possible in Eggbot oeuvre.
Take "Little Jelly Lobster Claw," also on Phalling,
a number about a boy who thinks that if his arm gets ripped off, the titular
object will grow in its place. The lyrics seem to suggest that this happens.)
"Yuck Foo" is another "rocker," as Eggbot refers
to the uptempo material. He makes a point of saying this Spoonerism isn't
directed at Battle of the Bands organizer Keith Mann, but as with the
jelly claw thing, don't believe everything you hear from Eggbot.
"Natalie," a new song about Facts of Life star Mindy Cohn,
is gorgeous [look, no italics; it's true!]. Eggbot weaves his variously
pitched voices together with the song's lovely melodies to stirring
effect.
The version of "Old Hobo Death Camp" heard here -- originally
from 2001's There's No Denying the Existence of Eggbot,
and also a live staple – is top-notch. This is the free-jazz freak-out
portion of the show, when Eggbot blows cosmic wind through a cornet (a
small trumpet) while keeping the groove going on the organ. The trippy
"Flying Spoon" explores similar galactic territory, sans the
jazz trappings.
By the end of this half-hour set, things have gotten quite unexpected.
There's Eggbot's sped-up version of a Jerry Lee Lewis [corrected!] song,
"Great Balls of Fire on 78," and a cover of Climax's lone soft
rock hit from the early '70s, "Precious & Few." Eggbot plays
this last one pretty straight – as straight as any Eggbot cover
can be – and it makes a nice ending to what was a fun night in a
bar that will most likely never host an act like Eggbot again.
Did I mention that you should buy this album immediately? Not
that any proceeds go to me. Like I said, I'm not Eggbot's
manager. I'm just a friend and a fan.
But frankly, even if I didn't know Eggbot, this astounding psychedelic
pop-rock album would still kick ass. You can find it at your
local Bull Moose Music store. It's cheap.
-- Chris Busby
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