Deepest darkest Manchester. 3 am. That’s what I’m thinking as I listen to Snailhead’s “Eating Animals” EP. Getting home from a rubbish club and still three quarters pished, a normally functional individual takes his well chosen studied influences (The Fall and Devo, apparently) and makes that laptop reflect his inner torment.
It’s primitive. It’s urban. It’s a bit psyched out even if it doesn’t quite make the strangeness grade and this EP could so easily have crumbled under the weight of its own pomposity but it doesn’t. Don’t get me wrong. Most of the songs sound half finished but they would still make the stereo in your Subaru explode and, especially in the case of “Eating Animals”, you can feel the pain of back street New York self flagellation.
More than a little bit twisted if you know what I mean.