They did not sound it, to their credit, but Video Hippos were only two fellows, one with a drumkit, Kevin O’meare, and one with a guitar, Jim Triplett. Of the September 20 show at Boulder Cafe in Rochester, NY it would be too easy to comment that they played the same song a dozen times though too apropos to not mention that it was considered. But to discuss the Hippos’ show without considering the visual aspect of it, the collage of images projected onto a screen behind the band, is off topic.
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Finally, with one minute and forty-seconds left to Clock Hands Strangle’s first LP, redshift/blueshift, I do not want it to end. As the 8:00 closer, “Blueshift” attains a climax of blues’d guitar solo and popping horns until then hardly mentioned by the LP, I am thankful for something to come back to. Only it took so long to get there.
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Some years ago while working in a dog kennel I made a microcassette recording of a soft and tiny dog purring and screeching while being tickled on the belly by a workmate. A whirring wallpaper sound from “Fragrance” is something akin to the dog’s whine, though I suspect Ellul came by it on a different avenue.
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‘The house is on fire. The house is on fire. The house is on fire.’

I said it three times.
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