Album Review: Flesh Tetris – “Wrong Kind Of Adults”
Aka “What steampunks do in their spare time”. Flesh Tetris are the side project of Andy Heintz and Jez Miller, also of Pure Rawk favourites The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing. With the touring schedule for the band’s most recent album Double Negative now complete and their TMTWNBBFN bandmates Andrew O’Neill and Marc Burrows returning to their other jobs as stand-up comedians, the pair have decided to utilise their downtime by doing something different.
And when I say different I mean SERIOUSLY weird. I’m not entirely sure how you’d describe Wrong Kind Of Adults – the nearest I can come is a very messy six-way car smash involving X-Ray Spex, the Flying Lizards, Rachel Stamp, Rubella Ballet, the Barbs and McLusky. But as with the best kind of weirdness, there’s a hook to it that pulls you in and refuses to let go (those with long memories who remember Heintz’s previous band, early ’90s goth-punk nutcases Creaming Jesus may allow themselves a sly smile here).
With their deranged male/female twin vocal attack, bubbling keyboards and lyrical themes based around such cheerful subjects as the environmental apocalypse (Panic Buy, Glass Bottomed Boat), the annoying need to get good at DIY skills when you’ve taken up serial killing as a career (Landfill Cindy) and lab rabbits and cats getting revenge on their human captors (Cat Box Journey, Rabbits), there’s a method to this madness which turns out to be surprisingly intoxicating.
Flesh Tetris’ website breathlessly describes them as “Pop music for unpopular people – so uncool we’re cool!” and to be honest, on this evidence I can’t disagree with that.
"Wrong Kind Of Adults" is comfortably up there as the weirdest album I've heard so far this year, but lurking in there are hooks which snare you in and refuse to let you go. As all the best weird albums should do to be honest. If you're keen to embrace your inner madness then this is probably an ideal soundtrack to do it to.