released September 2, 2017
cover photo by lynn wails
Martin Rach’s idea of nursing activities might be a little bit different than the standard procedures. His way of flubbering around with acidic sounds might in fact terrify most inhabitants (wether they are temporarily or long term) in the best way of the word. At times they might question what they are hearing; did someone shat themselves in a case of undeniable diarrhoea?
It’s all wet and squirty, probably easily making white underpants all soggy and disgusting. Not at all a pleasure for nurses to clean up or simply deal with, but when it’s done in the range of a recording microphone it might move up in the artistic alleyways of goodness. Not everything is sounding poopy, there are also moments of manic feeding procedures available; sounding more like an nervous attempt of getting spoons of food in ungrateful mouths, making the repetitive melodies sound as if they have come from the zone of total frustration.
Sometimes the bowel movements seem to have slightly taken a more grumpy position, calmly moving around in there without popping the nasty fluids out of someone’s bottom. But those kind of moments never seem to hold up long, as even if Martin Rach manipulates these farts in a melodic direction that equally stands strong as a distorted guitar at a local freak show; it’s still pooping itself out through an embarrassedly squished anus.
We might never know what it was exactly that had brought the artist in the first place in the nursing home, but somehow the acidic movements in this release made me pray that he is out and all happy and healthy, avoiding further panic attacks, with his bum tucked away in clean pants and no nurses running around him to wipe away any possible leakage!