From Iceland — Caterpillarmen

Published November 24, 2009

There are some truly evil people out there. You had a man Like Josef Fritzl who kept his daughter and their children hidden from the world in a basement for eighteen years. And there is apparently a monster in Reykjavík right now who kidnapped 4 young men from birth, kept them in a basement and only gave them access to early Pink Floyd, King Crimson and Can records. The bastard must be stopped! But as for his “victims,” they became Caterpillarmen and they´ve created their debut EP.
To say it reeks of late 60s/early 70s prog rock would be a massive understatement. With sprawling Hammond organs, spidery guitar lines and a thumping bass, it creates a weirdly British picture of old BBC children’s programmes, occult Aristocracy and psychedelic tea. That’s not to say it´s perfect. Some of the songs have some jarring changes in pace and tone. Now The Man Can Can Can’t Not Cat should have been split into two songs. And the 12 minute opus of Idle Hands/Monkey See, Monkey Do doesn’t really sound OPUS enough to grab me. But wait ‘til these guys discover 70s Krautrock and Komische. They´re going to blow our fucking heads off!