Sunday, March 9, 2025

God In Three Persons – The Residents Embrace The Compact Disc

The Cryptic Corporation’s tireless piecing together of studio crumbs shows no sign of slacking. ‘God in Three Persons’ represents a milestone for The Residents, a period when they were forced to adapt to outside forces impacting both the way they worked and how they were experienced by their audiences. We’re in 1988 and the CD has […]

Eskimo Deconstructed – Taking Apart The Residents

There are acts out there who do go that extra mile in delivering what their fanbase really wants. Frank Zappa’s ‘beat the boots’ initiative, whereby he commercially released better versions of his material already being bootlegged; Neil Young’s continuing trawl through his archive of live and unreleased tracks; Jimmy Page’s hands-on restoration of Led Zeppelin’s […]

Dyr Faser’s Private Islands

One of the great mysteries of modern-day music for me is the inexplicable rise of the EP. I just don’t get it. Singles, yes – a bite-size nugget that leaves you wanting more, either a snapshot in time or a teaser of what’s to come. Albums, obviously, I understand those, a collection of tracks which […]

Pop Music Of A Sort – The Residents’ Commercial Album

Music dullards will often, frothing at the mouth, offer well-meant but always hopeless tips as to how to tackle a band’s catalogue you are unfamiliar with. “DON’T listen to the one with all the hits, start with this bootleg of rare B-side performances first!” “It’s best you listen to them in this order – 3,1,4,2,8,7,5,6.. […]

The Birth Of The Eyeball – The Residents’ Eskimo

1979 – the year of the eyeball. It was with the release of the album, ‘Eskimo’, that The Residents donned their tuxes and top hats and unveiled their ocular visages. From shadows and collages emerged an immediately recognisable band, though there was still no further clarity as to whom lurked beneath. It wasn’t the only […]

All The Young Droogs – The Juvenile Delinquent Wrecks Of The Glam Rock Scene

There was never truly a British equivalent to the US garage scene, the seemingly endless battleground of disparate bands with wildly inventive personae and often thrilling music, destined to achieve pretty much nothing. Merseybeat and Freakbeat are lightweight attempts to pitch for a Pebbles-esque posthumous footnote – they lack the excitement, the belligerence, the plain oddness. […]