ALBUM REVIEW – Transept – Buff As Fuck – Dronehenge Records


Maniacal psych-tronica trio gives folk-music a demonic shot in the arse

Out 25th March 2013

8/10

Never judge an album by its opening 15-minute drone, goes the old saying. Well actually, the cheekily-titled Buff As Fuck certainly is worth pondering over - the laptop-wielding trio’s second album is exactly as described, if not quite as you’d imagine. Whilst its moniker might sit more comfortably on the sleeve of some raggedy-ass rapper toting a gun and gripping his crotch, Transept’s indulgences lie in psych-electronica that, when performed live, may result in megahertz psychosis.

That opening cadenza is a test of endurance, both for the listener and the machinery. Like some monolithic funereal raga for the Mayan apocalypse, what sounds at first like Spaceman 3 being force-fed into a jet-engine is actually the work of a few PCs trembling and resonating like crazed chanting acid-heads on a trip, with a deathly ‘clunk’ at regular intervals. It’s bloody nuts and I love it.

And Transept don’t stop there. Taking Norfolk’s mystical and mythical flatlands as inspiration, the threesome make music that wouldn’t sound out of place on The Wicker Man or an episode of Midsomer Murders, if it was located in the bleak Fenlands, rather than chocolate-box Cotswolds country. I’d like to see Barnaby solve any murder with this unworldly racket going on behind him.

If early Floyd gave birth to Fennesz and Smog in a drug-haze, it might be sound-tracked by Let Aos Go or Muscle Beach, the latter of which carries on from where the opener Happysburgh left off. Sheer artificially-inseminated electronic brutality has rarely sounded so engaging, especially when paired with militaristic glitch drum-beats and flangers on stun. 

All of which leads into the final tune. Bright Eyes by Art Garfunkel is already a doleful wallow in lachrymose territory, without being translated into a fearful Flaming Lips-esque drama – trust Transept to upset you all over again. Inspired.

By turns meditative and un-nerving, Buff as Fuck is a blast.Comes in a frosted clear vinyl format as well!