The Infernal Family
Windmill Moth Glue
Album review by Sebastian Gahan
The tongue in cheek malevolence of this band’s musical output is always delightful and produces work with genuine underground qualities. Listening to The Infernal Family is an experience akin to being the protagonist in a horror movie, stumbling into a satanic rite by unhappy coincidence and being discreet enough to be able to watch the proceedings. If that prospect seems a fair one then we're betting you've already pre-ordered the album and are sacrificing things as we're typing.
But as I’m not in league with Satan (as far I’m aware, anyway) I'll just talk about how delightful a listen The Infernal Family truly is. Its limited print run gives you a flavour of being in a time decades back when the psychedelic jazz tinged; the ritual music that fills the record was much enjoyed. From the cover art to the downright creepy listening atmosphere it's an experience – a concept album that works like none you'll ever hear. One listen to the minimalist Nobody's Here, where malevolent keys form a backdrop to ominous voices from the void is enough to convince you that this is brilliantly wicked.
Pair this with the dub-bass racket of Gajaiwai, a sonic assault on the senses that could soundtrack a snuff movie or the ambient metal of A Blade of Grass in a Bowl of Black Vomit and this is acquired taste with double merit. Side B takes it even darker with the vague sketches of Side A becoming fully formed images of darkness. Ferry Cross The Styx is a brilliant Krautrock inspired slice of weird, revelling in its psychedelic vibes whilst The Counts Meat Mill is an addictive piece of weird psycho-jazz that is perfect for dancing to on a hill after dark.
To put it mildly, this album is quite possibly the most bizarre I've heard for a while and that is not a bad thing at all. In fact, it's positively evil!
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