| It runs a minute forty-six:
shorter than a six-furlong horse race. Without the aid of any non-analog
equipment (as far as I can tell, I mean; I could be wrong), this is
what Fly Ashtray gets done in less time than it’d take you to
rustle up a grilled cheese sandwich: 0:00-0:01 - A “sproing” noise like the “droplet” sound that used to be the default on old Apple computers and a cymbal crash 0:01-0:07 - A measured but frantic drumroll on a very loose snare and a strummed electric guitar, possibly a 12-string, possibly a 6-string through a chorus pedal, strumming a single chord relentlessly in time with the drumroll, lending a very Phil Spectral feel to things, which feel is enhanced by some vocals, whose meaning can’t be ascertained beyond the opening three syllables -- “What do you” -- but whose delivery, coming as it does through a veil of heavy distortion, suggests a guy lost in a forest where the trees are starting to look way, way scary 0:08-0:12 - A surf-guitar riff overlaid with a Mick Collins-y Eau de Detroit fuzz that posits the existence of a lost surf band from somewhere near Ventura who never actually made it down to the beach because they were too busy: 1, watching The Courtship of Eddie’s Father, and, 2, eating Valium and Cheetos until they’d got their fill, which was never 0:13-0:19 - repeat 0:01-0:07 0:20-0:25 - repeat 0:08-0:12, noting that the vocal bleed-over between the two section gives the song the lurching feel of a collapsing barn |
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