Bands sometimes start with a name and go from there – Roddy Frame for instance is rumoured to have started writing about an “Aztec Camera” in fanzines long before he signed to the legendary Glaswegian Postcard label in 1981.
It won’t be a surprise therefore to learn that the Psychedelic Porn Crumpets began life conceptually as a project in name only, one coined by Perth graphic design student Jack McEwan, before he began wiring songs which he felt would match the seemingly endless dimensions of absurdity it brought with it.
And Now for The Watchamacallit is the quartet’s third album of tuned in and dropped out revivalist psychedelia and for the most part it stays true to it’s Barrett-esque and Hawkwind footnotes, especially on Bill’s Mandolin and the steepling Social Candy. There are some diversions – the grungey thrash of Hymn For A Droid and reggae type Digital Hunger – but the overall theme is still kaftan and incense friendly.
What’s in a name? Plainly nothing when it comes to the Psychedlic Porn Crumpets. In a kaleidoscopic world of their own, they’re determined to prove that the distant past has still has a place in the present.
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