Cats on the Ceiling

I’m just going to toss this one off, almost out of a sense of duty more then anything else. Meat Beat Manifesto dropped a new album recently. The album, titled At the Center, is typical MBM, lying out there on the fringes of music in a category that we could call avant-electro-jazz.

As I listened to At the Center and began to think about the other MBM albums I own, Subliminal Sandwich, Original Fire EP and Actual Sounds and Voices, I was at a loss as to when it would be appropriate to listen to such music. There aren’t many times in real life that MBM would fit into perfectly.

One may be wandering the concrete jungle, before, during and after a fierce spring storm, completely unhinged from the effects of some devastating cold bug or virus in search of an all-night drug store. The other maybe the period following this, when you finally find the drug store, drink the whole bottle of cold remedy and spend the rest of the night cold and wet, huddled in the corner of your darkened bedroom talking to the cats on the ceiling. Other then that, I don't think MBM fits into real life. But I'm still going to give props to Jack Dangers and Co. for thinking this crazy stuff up.

Stuff to Sample: From Meat Beat Manifesto’s new album At the Center “United Nations Etc Etc” and “Want Ads One”