Halo of Trout 1: Sci-fi & Lo-fi

Halo of Trout is an ambitious project, split into two segments, covering a comprehensive range of material. 

It’s mainly the work of Dog Star Pig. Here are some descriptions of the content:

Kitschy 1 [2019] is an exploration of fandom, scopophilia, onanism and iconography. With its dual funked-up basslines, it’s a Waxworks classic. Here’s a clip from the start, revealing those duelling basses.

Sperminator Abominatrix, [2019] the protagonist in this sordid little tale, is the ultimate nightmare for any misogynist. This is a lurid heavy recall of the abject. It’s probably the ultimate nightmare for the listener, too. Grand.

Sci-Fi & Lo-Fi is a gentle ambient piece, another master-work of Eskallonia Kwiksilva, who appeared unannounced in 2017.
A welcome return to the terrain (or space?) of soundtracks. Pure joy.

Vera Lynn (Leery Vin)

Ududud

Halo of Trout

Moody. Brooding. Your speakers are haunted. There is some gorgeous soothing guitar after the unsettling Beefheart verses. If you can, hunt down the instrumental mix. Magic stuff for a magic band.

Unpeggy Sue

One of Wild Woolly’s Horny Rams, Langley ‘Ribeye’ Hawke, channelled his inner Ry Cooder to come up with a delightful instrumental right out of the Louisiana swamps. You can check out the results on Wild Woolly’s page.

Too Much Fungus (In My Trousers)

Another of Langley’s offerings. He loves open tunings.

Ruptured My Elbow (Screwing Your Mother)

Weapons Of Mass Distraction

Finally completed after several orbits of the solar system, this nine-minute ditty features all sorts of questionable characters. A call to non-arms in the midst of a 21st century genocide, it takes no media prisoners.

King Of Klitophilia

Another session hijacked by Kwiksilva. His electro brain makes light work of the presets which sound as if they belong on a Donovan album. Cosmic River. Mortal Star. They soon get butchered in the Akai. Several stereo tracks later he suggests some weird piano overdubs. He twists my arm to supplement the aural carnage with some demented treated guitar parts. Who could resist? In two days he takes something which ought to have been binned and turns it into something which should be binned. The coup-de-grace has to be the sampled robotic voice. Amazingly, it doesn’t work. Another generically-challenged meltdown!

Bagpipe

Drums stomping like an Orc at the seaside.