The members of Human Adult Band each have one foot in the world we know and the other in someplace entirely different. The crucial components of Western popular music are present, at least: guitar, bass, drums; some sort of dynamic progression; semi-intelligible recording techniques. The way in which these ingredients are baked, brewed, and fermented, however, follows no known recipe; The Movers Brought Rainbows, the project’s newest offering, feels like it was conjured on an interdimensional plane, aspects from both this and that side of familiarity curdling into a psychoactive mass. It’s not that “rock” bands have never dabbled in deconstruction—the actual music here is not too far from that of Fushitsusha, Mouthus, or various Kiwi hermits old and new—but the hazy, profoundly distant production approach further blurs the concrete essence of the performance itself, melting the psychedelic slouch-jams into a screeching industrial soup. The A side especially howls and heaves with seismic force, the title cut rendering the quartet(?) as mere specks at the center of a maelstrom. The release notes mention a gauntlet of “tortuous electronic post processing,” so it’s hard to tell whether the expansive space these tracks fill is natural, artificial, or both, so I wonder how similar it is to the live experience. But something tells me that these alleged human adults put on a good show regardless.
Noise Not Music 