World MusicAlbum |
It shouldn't work, but it does
Goat is an anonymous, masked collective from northern Sweden whose self-mythology claims they're only the current incarnation of a voodoo-tinged pagan cult that's existed underground for decades. In fact, their first album is an unholy and captivating mess of outsider experimentation a la Father Yod and the Source Family, La Monte Young-style drones, and the more deliberately improvisatory and eclectic side of krautrock. Female vocals predominate, whether on the concise Velvet Underground-style rocker "Run To Your Mama" or more shapeless exercises like "Goatlord." Organ, fuzz bass, hand percussion and a variety of exotic stringed instruments set the tone, as do shaggy noodle-dance tempos. There's something so blatantly contrived about World Music -- from the deliberately all-inclusive album title on down -- that it should be completely naff. And yet, its loose-limbed, trippy pagan-psychedelic charms are undeniable: these people are having so much fun that it simply becomes contagious.