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One of the most exciting bands in outsider music. ...a delicous cacophony
of trumpets, drums and guitars, led by a screeching singer who looks like
Patsy from Absolutely Fabulous as styled by Elizabeth McGrath and sent
out to steal childrens souls. Sublime.
RUDE MECHANICALSSINGLE OF THE WEEK
Body Fluid / Etiquette (Ex Gratia) – You see, the great thing that happens now and again with this Organ monster, is that people feed things through the door, things drop in from people you’ve never heard of and you know nothing about and... instant adoration. The Rude Mechanicals album dropped in to our lives sometime earlier this year, we’d never heard of them, they demanded instant attention, they’ve been one of our favourite bands of the year - Glass Eye is the first album to grab when there’s a free moment of pleasure around here – the mysteries of alien tube mice and body fluids and they’ve probably been the most played band on our radio show in 2008.
This new single will tell you exactly why Miss Roberts and her band are to be adored (and if you don’t you’ll be squashed and pushed in to the cracks). And we’re dancing about architecture yet again and they shoot tunes with such elegance (and a large gun). Keep your tongue under control, it is the polite thing to do, small headed dolls are just strange things and it is indeed a climb to the top of the seats where the big people sit and it would be rude to steal each other’s food. Strange insect jazz in high heels and big wigs and waltz and bow and English high tea and we’ve said before, Miss Roberts in clearly in control of her musical slaves.
Performance art and bright lipstick and their dirty words, but not us, that would be rude. Flying teapots and floating anarchy and frantic bits and fluid bits and bits that dash here and bits that rush there, jumping the cracks in the pavement and falling in to the forest in between. Bar room noir and toe sucking delight and all kinds of mothers of invention and art-blues caberet and you’d love it be part of her flat field, such beautiful sins, keep your tongue under control, it is polite... Available as a download only from the place where the big people sit over at www.punkvert.tv/exgratiarecordings or go explore www.myspace.com/flyingcaberet or indeed www.rudemechanicals.org.uk
RUDE MECHANICALS have to be seen, no they really do have to be seen
- they all look so intriguingly good, they demand your full attention,
your fascination... there’s some seriously good musicians up there
and it all seems to flow so so easily, so effortlessly when it should
be so uncomfortably awkward...
And there in the middle, looking radiant in her long red dress and big
white hair and in finger-pointing control of everything is Miss Roberts.
Telling us how to dance in such a charmingly refreshing (and wonderfully
plummy) way – and we can’t help but respond to her elegant
demands... Miss Roberts will take control. Rude Mechanicals are wonderfully
good... They leave the stage to wild applauds...
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Have you any idea how unusual it is for me to enjoy an unsolicited CD
these days? And to want to hear it again? And then, as I type these words,
another one appears—the Zappa/Beefheart theatrics of the free-moving
RUDE MECHANICALS’ album Glass Eye (loads of drums played like percussionist
is doing the washing up, and off-mic oboe, and the feeling that these
folk surely have to be the same age as me because they love Bonzo Dog
Doo-Dah Band, Here And Now, Lindsay Cooper, Make Up and Skill 7 Stamina
12 just like me, surely?)…and you know how unusual THAT IS???
Very.
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RUDE MECHANICALS – Aliens (Rim) – Another taste of the very
(very) experimental, very (very) left Field London band's debut album.
Ms Roberts and her slaves with some strange art-jazz-lounge contradictions
and performance art and post punk and lessons in toe sucking and this
one is about the mice of the underground being aliens (or something like
that). The whole album is addictive amazing and really like nothing else
you've heard..
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ALBUM OF THE WEEK
RUDE MECHANICALS – Glass Eye (Rim) –
Jaded things are brushed aside and all kinds of secrets and champagne
and oil and toe nails painted red, not that you have a choice over the
colour of your toe nails, Miss Roberts is clearly in control of that decision
and everything else here. So this album landed just in time for our radio
show last Sunday, we like to think we’re green around here, we have
no problem with recycling used words, here’s what we said when we
put last Sunday’s playlist up on line, we had to play a couple of
tracks straight away...
“Now where do we start with this one, haven’t really explored
the album yet, only got it out of the wrapper this afternoon, all kinds
of stage bendy pointy jazz and spiky hard boiled experimental noise and
toe sucking and golden showers and post punk art rock performance and
body fluid meditation and creatively absurd goodness and dark decadent
moistness. Led by the mysterious Miss Roberts, her band of ‘symbiotic
slaves’ are different”
....and that was one little part of Glass Eye, one tiny little part! There’s
aliens and people living in lofts and filing the junk in alphabetical
order, there’s and hypnotic jazz clarinets and tight rope and more
champagne and funny language that I don’t understand. And Miss Roberts
has a beautiful red dress, she said her mother made it. Isn’t Rim
Sexton Ming’s label? This sounds like the kind of thing he would
put out. Has someone taken video footage of the thoughts in my head? Auto
erotic fixation? Bar room noir, strange art-blues cabaret, dirty dishes,
chocolate wrappers – you take up smoking, I’ll take up crack,
none of this will matter after that. Strange Theremins, strange sinister
sins, beautiful sins, and I think to myself, what if, one day... well...
Rude Mechanicals are unique, Rude Mechanicals are strange, Rude mechanicals
are good
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Review in the Morning
Star (Saturday 19 November 2005)
Introducing...
IN PROFILE: The Rude Mechanicals
MICHAEL Jackson's self-appointed title as King of Pop smacks of pathetic
artistic impotence.
Why not become Courageous Knights of Absurd Rock? Trouble is, The Rude
Mechanicals have just beaten you to it.
The Cambridge five-piece are fronted by the humorous yet frightening starlet
that is Miss Roberts.
Exuding a personality resembling a peculiar hybrid of Mae West and Bette
Davis's Baby Jane, her lyrics focus on a variety of subjects such as DIY
flying, the imagined encroachment of the neighbours - "they're taking
video footage of the thoughts in my head" - and toe sucking, of which
she recently gave an onstage practical demonstration from the passive
point of view to an adventurous punter, while the rest of the audience
had to make do with thoughtfully prepared pink marshmallows.
The band's fearlessness compliment Roberts's extrovert performances exceptionally.
Guy Avern, Cos Chapman, Pepsi Fothergill and the unfortunately monickered
Ugly Boy play with a commitment and ability that results in favourable
comparisons to their admitted influences Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart.
The Rude Mechanicals' live set simultaneously leaves new converts petrified,
quizzical, musically refreshed and convulsed at the bizarre outrageousness
of it all.
Their new CD single Frying the Neighbours is a mere glimpse into their
somewhat terrifying existence and is recommended as a precursor to the
sonic, visual, emotion-jangling live crusade of these courageous knights.
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RUDE MECHANICALS have to be seen, no they really do have to be seen
- they all look so intriguingly good, they demand your full attention,
your fascination.
Lynda Beast is with them tonight, mostly with her violin, sometimes
a trumpet kind of thing, long olive green dress, bow between her legs,
how was she playing it just then?. Kitty Kat is over there with blue hair
and red heels (that somehow later on end up on the dance floor and have
to be handed back) behind her keyboard and her oboe, Guy Avern weaving
in the middle of it all and mostly driving the bass. Dapper man called
Cos would be centre of attention in most bands with his refined guitar,
there’s so many centres of attention here though – both visually
and musically. Tommy G is at the back with his colourful jazz-stroked
drums gluing it all together – there’s some seriously good
musicians up there and it all seems to flow so so easily, so effortlessly
when it should be so uncomfortably awkward. How to explain it? How! In
an ordered alphabetical way while alien mice take over the tube lines,
or feeding Derek lots of pies and then there’s the escalators that
are to be considered nothing more than stair impersonators.
And there in the middle, looking radiant in her long red dress and big
white hair and in finger-pointing control of everything is Miss Roberts.
Telling us how to dance in such a charmingly refreshing (and wonderfully
plummy) way – and we can’t help but respond to her elegant
demands that really do manifest in to your deepest reality while her band
of symbiotic slaves decorate the walls of your insides with their questions
concerning time and the invention of the calendar and a later a Rotten
Tango. Order up some Champaign and drink the golden outrageousness of
it all, the twitching behind curtains and the life in carrier bags and
looking though letter boxes. Oh it makes such bizarrely good sense and
all the thoughts on video taken from inside of your head and strange noir
and the sweet sweet smell of back bar-room art rock and strange other-jazz
- and the smiling encroachment of my dancing neighbours for the frantic
finale of Disco Dancer where they take on funk in a deliciously eccentrically
English way and teach us all the routine. We’ve been though all
kinds of genuinely avante across-the-line jumping with art rock and performance
cabaret jazz and new-wave no-wave bites of blues and Zappa and Beefheart
and before the disco there was another routine – oh yes, 1-2-3 hoorah!!!
Most seem to already know that was required, there’s a cult following
and a genuine word of mouth thing going on, Miss Roberts has clearly instructed
them before – all seriously hard boiled art rock performance and
all such fascinating fun and we were expecting good on the strength of
the Glass Eye album, really wasn’t expecting it this good though.
Yes, such fun and watching you from the other side... oh yes, love the
existential angst and it doesn’t have to be that way for Miss Roberts
will take control. Rude Mechanicals are wonderfully good They leave the
stage to wild applause...
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