When Kieronononon made this album they lost their home, when I heard this record I lost my cerebral cortex. That’s because listening to ‘Three Man Party’ is like being Mr Bungle in a gang rape with the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. My ears were violated. I deserve danger money. Or I would, if I didn’t enjoy this record so damn much. I laughed my way through the entire length of this demented, 15 minute satanic opus. Kierononononon, (you can add as many ‘ononon’s as you like) are a three piece, drummer-less, ‘brutaltechnopunk’ adventure into the darkest depths of humour.
The craziest thing is that this daemon of a record came from Hull.
To dissect each track in it’s entirety would require this writer to purchase several years of therapy. Instead it is sufficient to say that every track features off kilter acoustic drums, sliced and digitally molested, guitars sometimes shredding, sometimes jazzing, and vocals, (because it sure ‘aint singing those guys are doing), vocals that make Yog-Sothoth look friendly. This EP is daring, it’s insane, it’s hilarious and it will more than likely has as much chance of commercial success as a band called Kierononononon, but you need to hear it to believe it.
It’s not to everyone’s taste, it probably isn’t yours and I’m still not sure if it’s mine and yet I love the idea of brutaltechnopunk.