Usually there's only one reason for anyone to track down this album, and it's because they became fans of Jan Dukes de Grey's insane sophomore release and tried to find if they could get their hands on some more of the delirious same, only to find out that the answer is a resounding no, as this doesn't really hold a candle to Mice And Rats In The Loft - even if you can retrospectively see a little something of the latter in the former, as no more than a year separates their release dates. There is the same sort of intense, bordering on paranoid, approach (they don't call it acid folk for nothing), with an almost hostile delivery, full of up-close vocals and hyperactive instrumental noodling. However, on this one, the musical resources are much scantier (I know there's other stuff, but all I can ever remember hearing is acoustic guitars, congas, and some flutes) and the material is all fractured into tiny songs, which sound very much alike, being given no chance to evolve in any way, as there's 18 of them crammed into one LP - in diametrical opposition to the mere 3 that made up the follow-up, each given all the elbow room they needed to spread their manic wings. "Trust Me Now" (clearly the last thing you should do when it comes to these guys), with its conga-driven one-guitar-riff pushiness, apparently at the service of a hard pitch for us to jump off a cliff (you know, normal stuff), is probably the best résumé of what this still very weird record is all about, but I just don't have room for more 17 near identical songs in my musical loft. That's where the psychotic mice roam.
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