YOKOKIMTHURSTON feels both exhaustively sprawling and claustrophobically hermetic.
To listen to this album repeatedly is not rewarding – it seems to be a live recording, produced without overdubs, full of glaring contingencies, mostly interesting on first listen only
Part spoken word, part squealing orchestral noise rock, and 100 percent full of musical dementia, the record is the definition of an iconoclastic artistic statement, even if it’s hard to tell what, if anything, it’s trying to say.
Unfortunately the music itself (or lack thereof) is one of the biggest ripoffs any of the involved parties have yet released.
YOKOKIMTHURSTON is an improvisational cluster that has no beginning and no end, and no plot to keep listeners on the track to redemption.