A tiny perfectly formed shiny gem of an album from the altered ego of one Will Twynham, and it’s like acid never went away.
What did Salvador Dali say? I don’t do drugs, I am drugs. Well, Will doesn’t do magic mushrooms, he is a magic mushroom. One of those you find in the woods behind that abandoned scout hut on the hill. The one where they hung that witch in 1749.
This is a perfect encapsulation of off the wall, off kilter derangement. It’s Syd Barrett with a side helping of migraine tablets. If this was produced by Wayne Coyne with an album cover by Ralph Steadman and was on Rough Trade it would be lauded and applauded.
By turns thick with fuzzed up guitars, but with haunted vocals and elements of electronica making unexpected appearances specifically on the deliciously addictive Every animal, this fabulous ten track labour of love lies bleeding and deserves your immediate attention.
No witches were harmed during the making of this short review.
If you like this, do check out his 2023 album Wallflower, which Will released as RJ McKendree, a Californian musician character in Tom Cox’s novel Villager.
By John Haylock
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