“The Flying Luttenbachers return with yet another aggressive, dissonant, relentless headscratcher. Seven long tracks of rhythm and insanity” – .See, that’s the thing about all the different incarnations of those mighty Flying Luttenbachers, you know what to expect, you know to expect something challenging, something hard-boiled, something difficult, something that sounds like very little else, but you also more importantly know that, even if you are intimately acquainted with their extensive back-catalogue of beautifully rewarding releases, you know to expect the unexpected, this is not a band to just do the same thing again and again. This opening track, on first listen, is sounding like a relentless squonk-stomp of filthy progressive jazz for people who can’t stand jazz and need it to be pulled apart and put back together again in slightly different slightly less obvious, slightly more dissonant kind of way over there kind of way – well maybe not slightly, this opening ten minute track Praalude sounds sinister, it sounds menacing, it sounds like a menacing invading army marching in to pull your heads off, it sounds like  a menacing invading army marching in with an experimental noise band leading them – a menacing no-wave jazz stomp. Almost mechanical, never mechanical though, pecking at you, coming for you, unrelenting, and that’s only the first track, the first round of seven, that’s before the swarms of (very) strange looking and sounding insects that make up Get The F**k Out start flying at your slightly confused utterly accepting head from a million obtuse angles. This new album, like all other Flying Luttenbachers albums, sounds like no one other than those Luttenbachers, This new album, like all other Flying Luttenbachers albums, sounds like no other Flying Luttenbachers album, it is of course insanely good, no, far better than that, insanely, brilliant, everything they ever do is, they are, whoever maybe in the band at the time, one of the very very best bands out there  and you really don’t need me to say so, you don’t need words, reviews are redundant now, all you need is someone you hopefully trust to say there, over there, you have the Bandcamp page there, go listen for yourselves…. (sw)

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The Flying Luttenbachers play the Old Blue Last here in East London this coming Thursday 19th December