The album begins with a burst of organs that make it sound like the seventh-inning stretch at a ballgame. Then the chaos begins. An Albatross’ “Blessphemy (of the Peace-Beast Feastgiver and the Bear Warp Kumite)” is an album of ferocious music for anyone who ever wished that Donovan had quit being such a whiny hippie and started a spazzcore band whose songs averaged a minute or two each. The psychedelic lyrics stand in stark contrast to the screaming vocals and quick Lightning Bolt-esque riffs that are eerily infused with organ and synthesizer throughout the LP. Every once in a while songs about cosmic gypsies give way to the terror of the music, however, with lines like, “Slit the esophagus, vomit the soul.” This music is like Altamont, if Woodstock had never happened—the peace and love is all there, but a terrifying violence accompanies it. Coming out of the rusting post-industrial wastelands of Pennsylvania, An Albatross is the best bad acid trip you’ll ever have. (Seth Mayer)
August 30 at Beat Kitchen.