Wild Al Hotchkiss and His Aquaphibians
Well umm, this is ace. I know there’s a lot of talk about the music scene in Edinburgh being either great or terrible at the moment, but one thing is for sure: the sheer number of really promising bands knocking around in Glasgow, releasing on tiny-but-excellent labels is really quite something.
The first release on Howling Moon Records looks like it came out in about 2010, which means that I really should have found them a little sooner than I have. In all honesty, there are probably a few missed emails back in the pile somewhere, if I had paid enough attention, but as frustrating as it is, that is pretty much just the nature of the beast unfortunately.
So here I am in 2015, finally catching up, courtesy of this rather splendid piece of surfy psychedelia by Wild Al Hotchkiss and His Aquaphibians.
Mrs. Toad, with somewhat customary cruelty, took one listen and said ‘well it’s really just noodling isn’t it’ and I suppose you could say that, but dammit I fucking like noodling. And this is good noodling, anyway. There’s a really nice, slow beat to it, but it still feels really physical – and, oddly enough, slightly reminiscent of Django Django in a sense.
I know psyche is so very much the thing now, but it really does look very much like these guys were doing it before it became compulsory to write the word in every single PR email sent in 2014, and maybe if it is a bit more fashionable they’ll get a bit more much-deserved attention.More: wild al hotchkiss and his aquaphibians