Weasel Walter must take comfort in chaos. On this followup to Electric Fruit, this trio’s debut, he revels in it, creating a carnival-esque hall of mirrors: theater of the absurd with Walter as ringmaster, or the ferryman over the river Styx, depending on his capricious whim. Walter is a singular figure in the avant-garde, an enfant terrible who traverses the boundaries of improvised music and outré rock, his sweaty visage and percussive hijinks a staple of New York’s experimental scene. In Peter Evans and Mary Halvorson, he’s allied himself with two musicians who share his madcap sensibility in which the instrument is merely a vessel for musical ideas. Despite this trio’s technical prowess, the medium is the message.
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