Leprechaun Catering 'Male Plumage' LP

'Male Plumage' is Leprechaun Catering's third and finest long-player, a fuzzy trip down the rabbit hole where red is blue and up is down. Influenced only by animated gifs and ice cream, Leprechaun Catering conjure the spirit of Harry Partch, if he were locked in a room with Nickelodeon and a scratched copy of Fast Eddie's 'Acid Thunder' as his only entertainment. Each track is enough to fill your living room with a most pleasant gas, enjoyed best while counting your veins and dipping fondue.

There are 326 copies pressed, each on colored vinyl (opaque orange with red and purple splatters). The a-side center sticker is hand-numbered out of 326. 300 copies come with four-color hand-screened chipboard sleeves, the remaining 26 come in black sleeves with full-color copies of the original art glued on the front and back.

01 - Adult Carrot
02 - The Roar of Pizza Boxes
03 - For Now, Opaque Means "Opaque"
04 - Somnambulant Refridgerator
05 - Hippy Id

Dusted Magazine:
Oh my lord, insane robot time. Baltimore duo Leprechaun Catering (featuring Megaphone label guy and Jad Fair collaborator Jason Willett) don’t just ghost the machines, they run them far beyond capacity into a confusing, yet syncopated state of organized confusion. Kling-klangs harder than most things I’ve heard this year, and wholly amazes on two fronts: one, a fractious, sputtering twist of live improv samples chopped up to squelching mania, then let loose to destroy, and two, a remarkable steadfast concession to the beat, one which few if any of their “contemporaries” (and by that I mean any half-bake noiseniks, from Neon Hunk to [D] Yellow Swans) have truly been able to master. Could Raymond Scott orchestrate a rave at its most cacophonous? Leprechaun Catering intend to show us how that might have played out. Beyond weird bouts into a restless twin consciousness.

The Wire:
The third album from the Baltimore duo of Jason Willett and Tom Boram sounds like the overspill of their first, released on Nautical Almanac's Heresee label. Jerky cartoon electronic squeaks, bleeps and blurts rampage throughout both sides of this eccentric yet cleverly composed bout of tangled wire-tripping and burning robotic rhythm. Mention should also be made of the vinyl itself, a sickly glowing blood orange lollipo of tightly packed grooves that has "lick me!" written all over it.

Sorry for bein so delinquent w/my opinionatin. I was servin jury duty & sequestered in one of them Holiday Inn Express hotels. Right nice accomodations 'n everything,the cinnamon rolls & hard boiled eggs they put out for breakfast each mornin was quite enjoyable. I've had worse coffee too. There was a game room with an air hockey table that was a mess've fun till I got so good that none of the other jurors could beat me & quit playin. As far as I'm concerned, they was all GUILTY of bein lame. As for the trial, it's nothin to get worked up about (some fella was suin his neighbor because of a loud air conditioner. I stayed awake for most of it). Thank God that's over. I was tickled pink to get home & resume my daily what-have-you. There was a couple boxes of records waitin for me so the other night we had some folks over & commenced to playin some of'em. Ironically, the one I didn't spin-this here lp by Leprechaun Catering-seemed to command the most attention. Before I could put it on, my upstairs neighbor "Red" (on account of the birthmark on his neck) gave it a gander, held it up, made this Jo Anne Worley face & said sarcastically 'I bet this is good!" From then it got passed around & everybody had their little laugh 'n petty comment. I dunno, I kinda like it. It reminds me of that actor David Lochary from them John Waters movies. Which is funny, cause Leprechaun Catering is from Baltimore & nothin says Charm City more than John Waters. And let's be honest here, where else of the east coast would you be likely to find leprechaun caterers? I'm serious. Ever been to Baltimore? It's got some weird shit goin on. I can almost envision a building stuccoed w/graham cracker where many petite figgy puddings, mince meat pies & smoked salmon canapés are churned out at an inhuman volume. Leprechauns know one thing & it's work. Or is that elves? Leprechauns, elves, same difference! That said, the duo known as Leprechaun Catering put their collective nose to the grindstone on this top notch lp that speaks to me in tongues once reserved for records/artists from past worlds like Metalanguage, Parachute & Random Radar. The one fella on here, Jason Willett, I know from work w/Half Japanese, that Jaunties box on Stomach Ache & other 7"ers I'm too lazy to go & check out. The other one, Tom Boram, is a mystery-as is who plays what-but that's okay 'cause it smokes like a box've florescent lightbulbs launched from a cannon & exploding into the side of my head. Great crackled & glittering diy improv damage & quite possibly the greatest bucket of gunk to claim Maryland as a home state since 'The Zombies Of Mora-Tau' stalked the beaches of yore. On the excellent White Denim label & limited to 326 #rd copies. Get it at; http://www.whitedenim.com/

Released July 2006


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