Super Adventure Club have to be one of the most determinedly offbeat bands that you are likely to hear. It’s not that they are seriously obscure and can only be appreciated by the most dedicated of cardigan wearers more that they reassemble influences, both musical and cultural, better than most would ever be capable of.
It would be worth making up a genre just for this band – forbidden planet post punk or something like that – as they are so deliberately diverse. “In The Wee Wee Hours” rants at you like some late seventies New York art house band lost in the hell of a thousand oblique influences to greater things. Following is what would be neo-lounge if it wasn’t all twisted out of shape “Math Rock”. It’s a journey through a maze really with all sorts of dead ends to be found just when you least expect them and even when the band grunge things up as on “Tommy Sheridan” – a Scottish exponent of sunbeds and creativity in matters of the truth if you are unfamiliar with the great man – they can’t manage to do what you expect wandering off into the kind of side road that leads to low budget sonic car crashes. Then Super Adventure Club get all cute and home delivery pizza on “Sloths and T.V.”. Where next? That’s not an easy one to predict as they spin surprises with remarkable regularity.
Probably a bit too difficult for most, “Chalk! Horror!” is nonetheless an album for the connoisseur and while it may be a challenge to figure what way is up, it has to be said that life would be boring without puzzles. Super Adventure Club are originals. Fact!