Can Can Heads’ Butter Life reminds me of a trifecta of experiences throughout my life.
The first one is when I first bought The Butthole Surfers’ Psychic, Powerless…Another Man’s Sac on vinyl. I caught a first glimpse of the Butthole Surfers in a Hit Parader (out of all places) and a 100 new and great bands countdown or something like that. The name was so intriguing I could not resist in owning something from them. When I heard them I felt an equal combination of shocked and excited. It was like an archaeologist stumbling on a new kind of dinosaur; the one who loves a lot of distortion, noise, and loves potty humor.
The second is James Chance. The guy was like Marlon Brando with a saxophone. I remember hearing about his live show and he would be wailing through these punk songs and with it randomly punching people while never missing a beat. Now that’s talent.
The third is when I came into correspondence with Dave from Ohio. Many may know who Dave is when I mention bands like Krapper Keeper. The quick jaunts of noise confined within a very lo-fi spectrum made the songs so far out there that you could not help but relish in its novelty.
Butter Life is none of these and a combination of all three at the same time. They are noisey with quick step song times that rely on a saxophone for the charm. I can only call this album avante garde to say the least. And with its lo-fi production, it’s not the songs that will lure you in, it’s the experience. That was enough to keep me listening to more.
I recommend stretching your mind a little and let the Can Can Heads consume you.