Melted Men - Smoke Alarm Limbo 7"
"... junction of cultures, sounds, images and concepts, jangling bits.. They have made themselves known through their energetic theatrical performances and a few self-released pieces of joy. Basically they come down like a growling fury, mixed up with some perfectly mad asian undercurrents.
The beautiful clear 7" is decorated... you'll have all the time in the world to have fun with all the little hidden stuff, like the engravings on each side of the vinyl and the such ,
The great thing about the album is the general mess of it, like an old attic full to the brim with all the crap your wacko grandparents didn't judge wise to clean up, and yet, somehow it's all tight as hell while being loose like a goose. Heavy bass, rough vocals, and millions of audio accidents.
In the Melted Men's world, the interlacing samples mingle into unrecognizable words and sounds, crashing more than colliding universes until it's all one joyous nuclear explosion result of mutant humans with chicken fingers.
That's the kind of music that makes you want to throw a party on meth, while sporting costumes made of moldy cardboard and dead raccoons. Only for good people."
M.P. [from Rien, 2005]

MELTED MEN
Abdominal Snowman
7“ Dead Mind Records, Holland
More weird sound-collages and fucked up noise-samples. 8 tracks of chaotic mayhem and sloppy grooves and, of course, noise. If you’d put it on me, I’d call this “Borderline-music”.
"... with a group of music-destroyers and crazyheads such as Melted Men, there is always some new and weird idea creeping up. And sometimes trashing everything in sight...
Melted Men from Georgia (USA) > now serving the world platters of vinyl like the hors d’ouvre to an apocalypse, that looks like a classic roman orgy. Yeah, Caligula dancing to a Seventies-DJ high on LSD, caught in a time-loop.
From the cover, to the twisted title of this EP, to the brutally simplistic noise-offerings, there is a weird sense of humour flying all around this record. ..Melted Men are go.
[from Monochrom, 2005]
 
 

MELTED MEN: Abdominal Snowman 7-inch (DEAD MIND RECORDS)
Certainly know of this band but this is one of the few times I've ever actually heard 'em. This 7-inch has about 7 tracks. The title track is a weird little stomper . . . on one hand sounds like someone making fun of the imitation-Partch pirate-dwarf percussion arrangements by mid-period Tom Waits, but it's heavier and more electronically fucked than that. The vocals are wicked. In fact, all of these tracks are weird, short, very strange vocally, and filled with interesting sonics,and underwhelming in a rough-sketch kind of way . Side 2 goes on to get into a slammin' dance riff that ain't Caroliner at all, and winds down with some sublime ghostly Southern-fried acapella singing! I've been boondoggled!
[from Blastitude.com, 2005] 

MELTED MEN, " Half Growed Squirrel " - 7"EP  Nerve Rust
                      Une race inconnue, la rencontre du 3ème type à eux deux tout
                        seul. Melted Men, un duo américain, très décalé. On n'est pas
                                bien sûr de bien tout comprendre ce qui se passe sur le disque.
                                Quelles sont les armes utilisées. Au bas mot, une ribambelle de
                                samples, de platines affolantes, d'un karaoké déviant,
                                d'électronique-garage, de percussions enfantines et sauvages. Le
                                rôti est prêt et se présente, pour le morceau phare "Ingrown
                                toenail", sous forme d'un Old Time Relijun sous LSD avec
                                croassements de grenouilles à l'appui. Le reste est collage
                                sonore, télescopage bruyant et répétitif à forte dose humoristique.
                                C'est la face innovante de la
                                musique expérimentale. Le genre de groupe qui ne se prendent pas au
                                sérieux pour vous entraîner dans leur ronde tripante, vous les
                                concasser menu menu. Le délire! On en redemande. 
Feuille de Fuel SKX (05/12/2001)

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