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22 December 2023
\"Don\'t get strung out by the way I look / Don\'t judge a book by its cover.\"
- Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
You know, having gone to a private art college (and, in turn, being plunged into tens of thousands of dollars of debt) has ruined me. But that goes without saying, huh?
I admit it: I\'m a fucking snob. I see a CD/book/movie, and my immediate response is usually, \"That looks like shit.\" I do judge a book by its cover. We all do. Except blind people. They have to lick an object before they can judge it. (I know that is kind of mean to say, but until we start printing tastes like chicken in braille, I think I\'m safe.)
Anyway, Baggadonuts hands me this CD by a group or man or whatever named Horse Noodles. On top of that, the CD artwork is the pits. I mean, the absolute pits. Think the pits. Then think below that. That\'s it.
I put off sticking this CD in my player for a long time, because I\'m terrified of what is on it. But, goddamn, I\'m a fucking douche bag. For those of you that know me personally, this is not a secret. But you also know that I never admit to being wrong. However, in this case, I was.
Horse Noodles is Horace Noonkowics, and he created the self-titled full-length (Lunaticworks Records) on his computer. And it\'s not fucking bad. In fact, it\'s fucking good.
It reminds me of a lot of music I was listening to heavily back in the late-Nineties: some Bentley Rhythm Ace, a little Apollo Four-Forty, some Wagon Christ, and a healthy portion of Q-Burns Abstract Message. Mix that all in with some of Tipsy\'s lounge funkiness, and you\'ve got yourself a tight little package, much like Debbie\'s mom.
\"Disco Elegante\" is a dancey fave, and \"Have A Cigar\" has some creepy little background elements working in it. \"Wanda\'s Beauty Secrets\" is probably being pumped through the speakers in The Standard Hotel in Los Angeles right now, and some dirty club chick will probably do a line of coke while the jazzy \"Trick Or Treating With Horse Noodles\" plays thickly in the background. In all, it\'s a funky and jazzy disc, and is perfect music to have on while you proofread a thousand fucking stories.
So, Mr. Horse Noodles, I was wrong. I hope you forgive me. But I also hope you have somebody else lay out your sophomore album\'s cover.
- Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
You know, having gone to a private art college (and, in turn, being plunged into tens of thousands of dollars of debt) has ruined me. But that goes without saying, huh?
I admit it: I\'m a fucking snob. I see a CD/book/movie, and my immediate response is usually, \"That looks like shit.\" I do judge a book by its cover. We all do. Except blind people. They have to lick an object before they can judge it. (I know that is kind of mean to say, but until we start printing tastes like chicken in braille, I think I\'m safe.)
Anyway, Baggadonuts hands me this CD by a group or man or whatever named Horse Noodles. On top of that, the CD artwork is the pits. I mean, the absolute pits. Think the pits. Then think below that. That\'s it.
I put off sticking this CD in my player for a long time, because I\'m terrified of what is on it. But, goddamn, I\'m a fucking douche bag. For those of you that know me personally, this is not a secret. But you also know that I never admit to being wrong. However, in this case, I was.
Horse Noodles is Horace Noonkowics, and he created the self-titled full-length (Lunaticworks Records) on his computer. And it\'s not fucking bad. In fact, it\'s fucking good.
It reminds me of a lot of music I was listening to heavily back in the late-Nineties: some Bentley Rhythm Ace, a little Apollo Four-Forty, some Wagon Christ, and a healthy portion of Q-Burns Abstract Message. Mix that all in with some of Tipsy\'s lounge funkiness, and you\'ve got yourself a tight little package, much like Debbie\'s mom.
\"Disco Elegante\" is a dancey fave, and \"Have A Cigar\" has some creepy little background elements working in it. \"Wanda\'s Beauty Secrets\" is probably being pumped through the speakers in The Standard Hotel in Los Angeles right now, and some dirty club chick will probably do a line of coke while the jazzy \"Trick Or Treating With Horse Noodles\" plays thickly in the background. In all, it\'s a funky and jazzy disc, and is perfect music to have on while you proofread a thousand fucking stories.
So, Mr. Horse Noodles, I was wrong. I hope you forgive me. But I also hope you have somebody else lay out your sophomore album\'s cover.
artid
2271
Old Image
6_9_horsenoodles.jpg
issue
vol 6 - issue 09 (may 2004)
section
entertainmental