Crawling Through The Cs
Working through the Cs, I had tentative listens to Curfew Let There Be Dark, And There Was Dark and Creme Soda Tricky Zingers, but neither pulled me in. Now listening to Catapilla, a progressive jazz peach if you like that kind of fruit. There's saxophone by Robert Calvert and Hugh Eaglestone, guitar by Graham Wilson, and the oddest vocal by Anna Meek that moves between operatic warble to screaming mania, and I prefer the latter trajectory. Opening track Naked Death has been a belter with its long instrumental jams, but second Tumbleweed has revealed the band's songwriting limitations - better to stick to the jamming, as with most of the lengthy closer Embryonic Fusion, though Meek continues to add the most esoteric caterwauling and I'm being hauled across aural coals that burn both in dissonant dithering and scorching screams.
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