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Fuck. Despite the shit music they churned out in later years, and despite pulling the ultimate stab in the back to one of their biggest and earliest supporters, that band still sends me into the nostalgic pangs of “old guy” mode because there is just absolutely no way humanly possible to fathom just how completely fucking out there that band was for their time in the early to late 80s, particularly live. I mean like just ways of disturbing weirdness and bizzaro in every way possible that are still next level stuff even compared to today.
And actually one time when we had a discussion of how most music nowadays was simply rehashes of old stuff and there’s nothing “new” we both agreed on Animal Collective. But then for no reason in particular I went back and was listening to the Butthole Surfer’s earlier stuff and realized how much AC took from them with the whole manipulated vocals, tribal drumming, etc. but with not 1/10th of the weirdness. And that’s one of the things that made me appreciate AC more I think.
Fuck….that fucking band.
I definitely hear Butthole Survers more in, say, the Liars than I do Animal Collective, but I don’t think there’s any doubt that they all share an experimental psychedelic seed. And I mean experiential in the truest sense of the word: dudes recording things that they had no plans of recording and trying things cause “why not” and making it work.
I just fell asleep on the floor listening to their first two EPs and LPs. While I do love me some Independent Worm Saloon, goddam if that early stuff isn’t amazing. When asked what bands I could travel back in time to go see, they’re in my Top 5.