Label: Anticon Release date: 12/07/10 Link: Myspace Buy: Amazon Last summer, Black Moth Super Rainbow released their most accessible, and possibly final, studio LP, Eating Us. The album was rationally arranged, the gigantic beats were more definite than usual, and song structure seemed surprisingly rigid for a clan known to do blurry, unhurried, psych-pop better than anyone at the moment. Playful gems like 'Born on a Day the Sun Didn't Rise' and 'Twin of Myself' ingratiated the mysterious clan from somewhere deep within the Pennsylvanian woodlands to a sizable new audience. Now, after a conscious decision to please and appease, more people are paying attention as BMSR principal Tobacco, the ambiguous dude with a basketball for a head, unleashes his very disgruntled sophomore LP. The second solo offering from Tom Fec, a.k.a. Tobacco, is entitled Maniac Meat and immediately his imagery both offends and awes. Tobacco's musical debauchery is matched only by his horrifying manipulations of expired pop-culture imagery. As with every BMSR record, the artwork is as captivating as the audio. Iconic visuals are defiled to create something truly bothersome, but recognizable enough to retain an ounce or two of intimacy. A porn-film staring E.T. is often screened during his live show. If the pair of bulging biceps on the cover wasn't hint enough, this is an aggressive record. Publicly unhappy with Eating Us, Tobacco comes out swinging to seemingly reintroduce himself to a newly acquired fan base who may only love him for one charmingly creepy pop-album, and the ridiculous packaging it came in. 'Constellation Dirtbike Head' is nothing but cymbals exploding against your forehead and a synthed-out voice taunting you in-between bludgeonings. Thankfully, relief comes with the irresistible 'Creepy Phone Calls', a song that sounds like material from Tobacco's initial solo offering, 2008's Fucked up Friends. Fucked Up Friends sounded like something an established hip-hop producer might float to a potential client, with songs such as 'Backwoods Alter' and 'Side 8' just begging for any number of vocal possibilities. Such is the case with 'Creepy Phone Calls', and a remixed version of HEALTH's 'Die Slow' takes full advantage of Tobacco's deranged landscapes. When scanning the track list, one will notice two collaborations with Beck, the highlight being the besetting 'Grape Aerosmith'. 'Motorlicker' and 'Overheater' have a more industrial feel, with Tobacco's sunny melodies buried beneath all sorts of unsettling noise. The bouncy 'Nuclear Waste Aerobics' inspires paranoia like a good Tobacco song should, with it's distorted shrieks against lo-fi drums. Tobacco's artwork appealed to me long before I acquired a taste for his musical endeavours. Like the visual chicanery, the music retains an unexplainable familiarity that lulls away the horror. His mastery of obsolete technology was never about using antiques just for the sake of being different, or to make the chic proclamation "recorded to beta tape" on the back of his records. Modern equipment can't haunt like the old stuff, and there's something perturbing about long forgotten audio equipment screaming bloody murder. Maniac Meat may sound like a defensive reaction, but that sound is one of a kind, and it somehow manages to capture the agonizing pressure that comes with trying to neatly package yourself. Photobucket