I mentioned the Binmen in a recent review. Their songs are sim-
ple. Poorly recorded, but that doesn’t distract the ear in a b-
ad way. It helps bind all the instruments together. Like they
used the built in mic on a cassette recorder and then played t-
hat tape on another machine while recording the next track.
A tried and true method for creating listenable sound.
The lyrics are simple. “The blind emperor sits on his throne t-
he clairvoyant emperor rides with me in my… stretch limousine”
Talk-singing. Over two chords repeated for 2 1/2 minutes. It’s
all very simple. The ensemble is very loose. Effective vampire
technique. They’ll produce lots if they keep playing. Who kno-
ws? Perhaps getting it together enough to record this was a b-
They are chaffeurs for the clairvoyant emperor. That doesn’t
sound so bad to me. They don’t hate the blind emperor. They a-
re bone cruising with a clairvoyant. Freaks. It seems like th-
ey developed an effective way to deliver words. Not too serio-
us, but silly. Still saying something. Pretty words can also
be effective words. The mind loves attaching to patterns. Fre-
eflowing rumination. Play with expectations. All that jazz.
There appears to be a keyboard buried in one of the layers, a-
nd it sounds like the sort of Wagnerian metal tones you may h-
ear if you’re into that sort of thing. The rhythms are an int-
eresting syncretized blues waltz swing ding and, if arranged a
different way, the blackest of metal skybarges. Melodically d-
ominated by a grinding bass and primitive, ritual, drumming.
The guitar and organ tones are amelodic and shifting. The gui-
tar is muffled, distorted, and never precise. It gives the w-
hole affair a spooky, spiralling, quality.
Though a short collection of materials, it is a weird, explora-