Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, “Hole” (Thirsty Ear, 1995; original release 1984)
Weirdest/wildest/arguably best album from this industrial/swampabilly/noise/big-band/funk/everything-but-the-kitchen-sink colossus. Words fail me. Be prepared to have your mind twisted like saltwater taffy.
Try 1, 4, 7, 10.
1/13/13
Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel, “Nail” (Some Bizarre Self-Immolation, 1985)
“Hole” is more eclectic, but this is the most coherent and epic outing from Lydia Lunch’s ex, Mr. Jim Foetus (a. k. a. Clint Ruin/Foetus All-Nude Revue/You’ve Got Foetus On Your Breath/Foetus Über Frisco/etc. etc.). The singular sound of Foetus—informed by funk, big band, industrial, post-punk, neoclassical bombast, swamp blues, and just about anything else you can think of – here rises to a fever pitch of glorious, grandiose madness, like the soundtrack to a suppressed film about imperial triumph and collapse as composed by Danny Elfman if he was possessed by the devil.
Try A/2, A/5, B/1
1/6/12