Wevie Stonder – The Bucket

Released on 'Cack Records', possibly the only label to pay people to buy their artists' music, Wevie Stonder's fourth album The Bucket is as bizarre an album as you could wish to hear this year. Self-titled creators of 'Glidstep', Wevie's talents lie in throwing their collective musical and comic muscle into a spinning blender with no lid and watching, crippled with laughter, as the filthy mess redecorates rooms throughout the land. Aurally, its absurd components are more Monty Python than Goon Show whilst musically they polygamously and incestuously marry dubstep, drum n bass and hip-hop at a shotgun wedding somewhere just off the M23. The Bucket sets itself up as a sort of pirate radio show on 'Glidstep' before the track spews out the epileptic, guitar-oriented 'Hans Peach' which, though momentarily bursting with cool groove, retracts steeply into bizarre dialogue reminiscent of that found on cool TV show, Spaced. 'Small People' is probably the most 'commercial' piece to be found here with the song's tiny protagonist imaginatively claiming to be "swimming in a raindrop living in a thimble" whilst original jungle drumloops sound sporadically before descending into the scratchy hip-hop chaos normally associated with producer DJs like Kid Koala. 'Tapsus' is a grimy, futuristic affair with its eyes on the original funk of hip-hop, with more than a passing nod to Afrika Bambaataa's 'Planet Rock'. 'House of Sweets', on the other hand, wouldn't be out of place on an MC Pitman album: complete as it is with camp rhythmic Northern inflections and daft, crafty Cantonese.Though the humour doesn't always work, the music is well crafted with consistent production and innovation. Any group with the audacity to rhyme 'Shut the gate' with, amongst others, oscillate, fornicate, bicarbonate, defaecate, on your plate, emigrate and fucking great whilst simultaneously emulating the dawn of synthesizers is alright by me.Should you ever need an electronic anaesthetic to the rigidity of bands like The Avalanches and Röyksopp, you could turn to funky doctor Wevie Stonder and see what he's got in his filthy bucket. It may not cure you, it may even kill you, but at least you'll die laughing. Well, bemused at least. 66%Wevie Stonder on Myspace