Rating: 4/10
Fuck Pete Larsen wouldn’t get such a media-spanning attention if Wolf Eyes hadn’t released Burned Mind late last year. Their first full-length for Sub Pop was a major leap in their cassette-trading history and placed the band way up in the year-end lists. As part of the “Reissue the LP” campaign undertaken by the Wabana label - which is bringing to a new life form minor treasures from the likes of Acid Mothers Temple and Sunburned Hand of the Man as well as other Wolf Eyes releases – 2002’s Fuck Pete Larsen unfolds two sonic drafts, each one exceeding the 20-minute mark.
Apart from the squealing and analog-oriented glitcheria that have granted them an overall acclaim from the cover of the Wire magazine to the local blog, Fuck Pete Larsen was originally released as a 600-copy vinyl imprint and is definitely not the proper starting point for newcomers. Although the average indie listener should expect aural oddities coming from these guys, this is way too dusty to play on the radio or amuse even the most affectionate follower of the band.
This is not a record to understand; it is just an experimental work to be filed next to other Wolf Eyes records. Not even constant reruns of this totally off-the-map experience are able to show the true potential of the Michigan trio. The paranoid level-jumping of the first part of the record leaves a bad taste in the listener’s watering mouth and sends them to a lonesome harbour with a foggy atmosphere. The vocals erupt four minutes before the track comes to a halt, but it’s too late to give some comfort to the courageous, open ear. Besides, their vocals ink a needling contract with the last minutes of the song and make it all the more menacing.
The second segment continues with the mind-challenging proposal and gets even darker, nearing impenetrable. No matter how hard you try to separate the yin from the yang for this one, you will always end up more frustrated than you were before trying to exercise your brain electrodes. At one point, this sounds dangerously close to Matmos’ worst record ever - last year’s Rat Relocation Program, which is basically the sound of a rat fighting against the cage it is trapped in - this being more electronically manipulated, and too neurotic to even be called music.
Some friendly advice: just keep your Burned Mind copy in a cool and safe place for future reference. This one’s gonna hurt, but Fuck Pete Larsen is a flop.
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