{"id":1439,"date":"2016-02-05T20:42:27","date_gmt":"2016-02-06T01:42:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/?p=1439"},"modified":"2016-02-06T20:45:51","modified_gmt":"2016-02-07T01:45:51","slug":"sailing-the-seas-of-cheese","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/sailing-the-seas-of-cheese\/","title":{"rendered":"<i>Sailing The Seas Of Cheese<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In 1991, I used to hang out with these chicks. They were, shall we say,\u00a0<em>really into\u00a0<\/em>a band called Jane&#8217;s Addiction. Coincidentally, there is a band I\u00a0<em>violently detest<\/em> called Jane&#8217;s Addiction. I actually spoke the words &#8220;if Perry Farrell comes over here, let&#8217;s sucker-punch him&#8221; to a friend, during set-up for Lollapalooza 2003 (Farrell luckily didn&#8217;t approach.) If you are listening to Jane&#8217;s Addiction, and the recording is distorted by a throaty, otherworldly moan, it&#8217;s a sure indication that I am within earshot.<\/p>\n<p>Thus, in the spirit of diplomacy, I would engender discussion of music\u00a0<em>other than Jane&#8217;s Addiction<\/em> that the girls liked. Agent Orange was an easy sell, but then of course they focused on the mushy late-80s stuff, like &#8220;Fire In The Rain&#8221;. The best album they introduced me to was undoubtedly <strong>Primus&#8217;\u00a0<em>Sailing The Seas Of Cheese.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1440\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"1440\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/sailing-the-seas-of-cheese\/primus1\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg?fit=350%2C346&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"350,346\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-title=\"primus1\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg?fit=350%2C346&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1440\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg?resize=250%2C247\" alt=\"primus1\" width=\"250\" height=\"247\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg?w=350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/primus1.jpg?resize=300%2C297&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><!--more-->Because of this album, I ended up purchasing numerous Primus CDs, over a substantive length of time.\u00a0<em>Sailing The Seas Of Cheese<\/em> has entered the\u00a0<strong>25 Club<\/strong>, alongside Ween, Mr. Bungle and Naked City; music I&#8217;ve consistently spun for over a quarter-century. That&#8217;s just over half my life.<\/p>\n<p>Other Primus entries display sheer talent, but none quite ascend to the peak that\u00a0<em>STSOC<\/em> does. They had two discs before this, and there have been many since. They&#8217;re another three-piece dynamo, like Rush and The Police. Singer\/bass player Les Claypool is an alien. He&#8217;s an alien! That&#8217;s the only possible explanation!<\/p>\n<p>The first track is an introductory sketch, using deep cello to simulate rolling sea waves. &#8220;Come with us, we&#8217;ll sail the seas of cheese.&#8221; An invitation, to enjoy the cheesiness that Primus would kinda overdo in later efforts. Here, it&#8217;s just right.<\/p>\n<p>Track two is\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Here Come The Bastards&#8221;<\/strong>, which bookends the album with\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Los Bastardos&#8221;<\/strong> at the end. Underneath the cheese, Primus makes some poignant commentary on the hazardous effects of working-class American life. No matter what you accomplish, the bastards will always stomp into town and ruin everything.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" title=\"YouTube video player\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/sa2il_zHFm8?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The strident, martial drum beat and ripping guitar evoke the cartoonish oppression of\u00a0<em>The Wall<\/em>&#8216;s marching hammers. I bring up Pink Floyd because this album is Primus&#8217;\u00a0<em>Dark Side of the Moon<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>After the first interlude with the bastards, the &#8220;American Life&#8221; suite begins, starting with\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Sgt. Baker&#8221;.\u00a0<\/strong>Here Claypool begins to show off proper on bass, knocking the song back and forth with drummer Tim &#8220;Herb&#8221; Alexander like a flaming ping pong ball. Even while performing astonishing fingerboard trickery, Claypool\u00a0<em>sings<\/em>, inhabiting the uniform of a drill sergeant the equal of R. Lee Ermey. Larry &#8220;Ler&#8221; LaLonde intensifies the tone on guitar like mud stamped under combat boots. These guys were utterly in their moment when they cut this disc.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" title=\"YouTube video player\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MJc7Mp9rTj0?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;American Life&#8221;<\/strong> is the centerpiece of the first act, beginning with uncanny basslines wriggling like maggots in a trash pile. The lyrics detail a handful of grim everyday existences; families arriving at Ellis Island, a refugee working minimum wage soldering audio equipment, a homeless veteran living in a cardboard box. LaLonde gets to really shred on the solo, over Claypool&#8217;s throbbing bass rhythms. This song does the unthinkable, in that it&#8217;s technically as sad as Suzanne Vega, but it fucking rocks like old Billy Joel. I&#8217;m more excited about the next two tracks though.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Jerry Was A Race Car Driver&#8221;<\/strong> was a\u00a0<em>HUGE<\/em> hit, to put it mildly. Despite this, I never grew sick of it (I never watched the video, so YMMV). This is just an unstoppable song. It&#8217;s so good you don&#8217;t realize the technique put into it. Three guys evoke a buzzing, active racetrack with their instruments and minimal sound effects. Simulating speed and momentum in the mode of a pop song; that&#8217;s really something, folks. Combined with the storytelling power of the lyrics, GOD! WHAT A GREAT FUCKIN&#8217; SONG!!!<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" title=\"YouTube video player\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/LBQ2305fLeA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>That song\u00a0<em>deserved<\/em> to be a hit. The playing is not only skilled, but inventive and\u00a0<em>the definition<\/em> of energetic. Can you imagine the stamina required to be a member of this group? Guys like Les Claypool go on to play mellower music because a doctor warned them their heart would eventually carbonize.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Eleven&#8221;<\/strong> is my all-time favorite Primus song. It is so titled because its time signature (for the verses) is 11\/8, like DEVO&#8217;s &#8220;Blockhead&#8221;. I dunno why, but 11 makes it extra good. Nigel Tufnel would agree. The paranoiac lyrics back up my earlier comparison to\u00a0<em>The Wall<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" title=\"YouTube video player\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/asAa1_N_rso?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The following track,\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Is It Luck?&#8221;\u00a0<\/strong>is a manic blowout at rocket speed. Again, it amazes me that Primus sustained this energy in live concerts. For all I know they still do. Like I said: aliens. For fuck&#8217;s sake, they share a name with an <a href=\"http:\/\/tfwiki.net\/wiki\/Primus\" target=\"_blank\">alien god<\/a>. Ha ha ha!! I made it past 700 words before I mentioned it!!<\/p>\n<p>Next up is the intermission sketch\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Grandpa&#8217;s Little Ditty&#8221;<\/strong>, which I can&#8217;t fault, because it&#8217;s barely over 30 seconds, and it&#8217;s where I learned that &#8220;flatus&#8221; was the formal term for fart gas. Actually, I might have picked it up from GWAR&#8217;s Flattus Maximus, the previous year. Flattus was GWAR&#8217;s longtime guitarist, until he was retired following the death of his human host. Much like the cover sculpture of\u00a0<em>STSOC<\/em>, Flattus Maximus looked cooler than screaming shit.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1442\" style=\"width: 360px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1442\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1442\" data-attachment-id=\"1442\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/sailing-the-seas-of-cheese\/flattus\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg?fit=350%2C232&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"350,232\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-title=\"flattus\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Long live the Scumdog who wiped out the dinosaurs with his fart gas (flatus).&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg?fit=350%2C232&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1442\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg?resize=350%2C232\" alt=\"Long live the Scumdog who wiped out the dinosaurs with his fart gas (flatus).\" width=\"350\" height=\"232\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg?w=350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/flattus.jpg?resize=300%2C199&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1442\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Long live the Scumdog who wiped out the dinosaurs with his fart gas (flatus).<\/p><\/div>\n<p>The second hit single of\u00a0<em>STSOC<\/em> was\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Tommy The Cat&#8221;<\/strong>, which was technically the first place I heard Tom Waits (voice of Tommy). This is a solid number, but it&#8217;s the lightest and fluffiest of the album, and it&#8217;s the only one I catch myself wearying of. Claypool&#8217;s vocal work and bass playing are surgically sharp, however. I would not put this song down.<\/p>\n<p>I find\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Sathington Waltz&#8221;\u00a0<\/strong>enjoyably creepy, but I implore you, do not listen to this song if you are nauseous. This is the music you hear in your head when you are desperately hunting for a secure place to vomit.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" title=\"YouTube video player\" width=\"500\" height=\"282\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GI8aFxJClGM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The final act begins with the popular\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers&#8221;<\/strong>, a thumping dirge that expands the &#8220;working class bastard&#8221; theme.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>Those damned blue-collar tweekers<br \/>\nAre the backbone of this town<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;d never heard &#8220;tweaker&#8221; before this. I guess they&#8217;ve existed as long as meth has. I&#8217;m not really what you&#8217;d call an expert on methamphetamine, outside of what I see on\u00a0<em>Breaking Bad.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Fish On&#8221;\u00a0<\/strong>continues the &#8220;Fisherman Chronicles&#8221;, from\u00a0<em>Frizzle Fry<\/em> (&#8220;John The Fisherman&#8221;). It turns a simple fishing trip into a rollicking Melville adventure. As in the intro, Claypool&#8217;s bass simulates the rumbling wood panels of seafaring vessels, against thundering tides of drums. Their ability to paint a picture even in the wordless sections is greatly acute. They knocked this orange album clean out of the goddamn park.<\/p>\n<p>The outro,\u00a0<strong>&#8220;Los Bastardos&#8221;<\/strong>, makes a splendid closer, as the band riffs the first measures of the second track. As it descends into chaos and sirens, a sample of Vyvyan from <em>The Young Ones<\/em> repeatedly screams &#8220;SHUT UP YOU BASTARDS!&#8221; Let me tell you, my affection for\u00a0<em>The Young Ones<\/em> is so profound, I know that Vyvyan is screaming at ringing church bells. So, ha.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1445\" style=\"width: 360px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1445\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1445\" data-attachment-id=\"1445\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/sailing-the-seas-of-cheese\/vyvyan\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg?fit=350%2C277&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"350,277\" data-comments-opened=\"0\" data-image-title=\"vyvyan\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;I am.&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg?fit=350%2C277&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1445\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg?resize=350%2C277\" alt=\"I am.\" width=\"350\" height=\"277\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg?w=350&amp;ssl=1 350w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/vyvyan.jpg?resize=300%2C237&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-1445\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">I am.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Subsequent Primus albums have been good, but none have achieved the tonal and aesthetic completeness that\u00a0<em>STSOC<\/em> did. If you want a justification for the &#8220;Primus Sucks&#8221; gag, that&#8217;s the best you can ask for.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In 1991, I used to hang out with these chicks. They were, shall we say,\u00a0really into\u00a0a band called Jane&#8217;s Addiction. Coincidentally, there is a band I\u00a0violently detest called Jane&#8217;s Addiction. I actually spoke the words &#8220;if Perry Farrell comes over &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/sailing-the-seas-of-cheese\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_hide_featured_image":false,"_jetpack_featured_image_duplicate_dismissed":0,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2,6,46],"tags":[105,38,131,1177,280,403,1173,415,536,1170,1169,1176,1175,1168,955,1172,1171,1174],"class_list":["post-1439","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bad-influences","category-faint-signals","category-thousand-listen-club","tag-1980s","tag-1990s","tag-131","tag-1177","tag-alternative-music","tag-devo","tag-flattus-maximus","tag-frank-zappa","tag-gwar","tag-larry-ler-lalonde","tag-les-claypool","tag-lollapalooza","tag-pink-floyd","tag-primus","tag-south-park","tag-tim-herb-alexander","tag-tom-waits","tag-vyvyan-basterd"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p53HmY-nd","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2619,"url":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/mad-season\/","url_meta":{"origin":1439,"position":0},"title":"Mad Season","author":"MattyBoy","date":"11\/04\/2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Threading the needle. 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