Jack Name's latest album, Weird Moons, is one that you'll either love... or just not get at all. Probably a hoot, or maybe even deep as hell itself, if you're tripping on some recreation narcotics. For those of us who don't partake... this is painful. You know that feeling, when you're in a club, you've had way to much too drink and the music, and voices of those around you, becomes distorted and you feel nauseous? That's how I felt listening to this.

Yeah, sure, I understand the whole playing with the format; stepping outside the box; avoiding the cliches of silly things like music structure... but this, to my ears, just sounds like a lot of self-indulgent nonsense. Our parents and grandparents went here in the '60s with trippy psychedelic rubbish... I don't think it's something that needs to be revisited and updated for today's kids to live through.

This is the sort of thing I can imagine a teenager putting together in their bedroom and proudly playing for their parents, for them to say: "That's nice, dear". But as an album to let loose on the paying public... All I can say is that there are some very gullible and easily pleased people out there.

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Nick Smithson