In Transcendental Astronaut, a forlorn composition, with a vocalised scene setting introduction prior to the electronic elements taking over – and as the almost twelve and a half minutes of the track evolves so the narrative contemplation of an astronaut lost and dying in space drifts in and out of focus as they consider their own soon to be lifeless body endlessly spinning through galaxies as though a grotesque memorial to its own frailty.
Colt 66 from Belfast in Northern Ireland and Bristol in England is the scowling-rock collaboration between Dan Moxham and Wild Blue Rivers.
The laconic tracks by Colt 66 shorn of flummery bristle around the room in bad-temper brushing the audience into cowering in the corner as the acerbic lyric seethes of frustration. Braving the fulminations the audience finds this is a sound full of foot-steps to follow and soon the darts become welcome scars to take the listener on a rock-a-billy derived journey, which finds the body happily stepping round the open spaces. Think – The Cramps without Poison Ivy and you are in the ball-park of Colt 66.
The out-put of Colt 66 for its very bareness invites the mind to dwell on the compositions and very soon finds that far from being a sound of hostility they quickly become the sort of friends that you can’t believe you haven’t known all your life as they seem to understand you so well.
A début eponymous LP appeared in the latter half of last year and is well worth grabbing hold of along with a new pair of ботинки на манной каше. I am already looking forward to the follow-up.