ARTIST: Wild Orchid Children
TITLE: The Wild Orchid Children Are Alexander Supertramp
LABEL: Equal Vision Records
GENRE: Rock
BITRATE: 215kbps avg
PLAYTIME: 0h 57m total
RELEASE DATE: 2010-11-09
RIP DATE: 2010-12-01
Track List
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1. We Are Alexander Supertramp 0:46
2. Black Shiny FBI Shoes 18:25
3. Gasoline Rainbows (Jesus Is A 2:39
Black Man)
4. Peyote Coyote 4:20
5. Ahead Of Us The Secret 6:02
6. Lasers In The Jungle 3:49
7. Birth Of A Cabin 5:20
8. Martha Washington Goes To War 8:45
9. Where The Mexican Boys Go 3:31
10. Tree Of Knowledge 3:52
Release Notes:
http://www.myspace.com/wildorchidchildren
After winning the World Series this year, bearded mad man and Billy Mays'
doppelganger Brian Wilson wanted to do one thing: "RAGE!" Who wouldn't have? His
team beat the Rangers 4-1. Though it seemed like Wilson mentally cashed in his
tickets to the greatest cliche on Earth to otherwise hit the streets like a
maniac, I'm sure it was a positive one in the end.
The exonerating and almost exorcising feeling of "rage" sums up every inch of
Wild Orchid Children's debut album. ...Are Alexander Supertramp. It hits your
senses from all angles and only lets up for extended amounts of time, only to
come back in the most abrasive waves. After the album's intro, we're greeted
with the eighteen and a half minute "Black Shiny FBI Shoes," a track straight
out of the psych-jams of Wish You Were Here or 13th Floor Elevators.
Rhythmically tight and one of the best jams you'll hear all year, Kirk Huffman
sounds like a young Zach De La Rocha through the shining reverb of his snarling
vocals. As the song takes a tribal journey most of the way through, it explodes
in aggression for its final minute.
"Peyote Coyote" is a superb jam that digs downbeats and trenches. "Martha
Washington Goes to War" is a standout track with gang vocals, quick licks and a
memorable ending reminiscent of another great album this year - Brothers. Then
the album slows its tempo in the second half of "Birth of a Cabin" into "Where
the Mexican Boys Go." A complete acid trip of a flashback to 'Nam. Sometimes it
slips the mind that Wild Orchid Children are made up of members of Kay Kay and
His Weathered Underground, Forgive Durden and Gatsby's American Dream, but when
you think about it, it makes perfect sense that this is a new moniker for their
talents.
Much of Wild Orchid Children's debut is one long jam. But unlike a Phish or
String Cheese Incident album, there's just a bit more formidable structure to
the tracks. After a few listens, some of the songs begin to run together. That
said, I've found plenty of parts in the mix to bring me back to certain
favorites. When Huffman comes back in the last minute of "Black Shiny FBI Shoes"
and demands, "Where the fuck are you? Where are you?" over and over again, it's
the exact question I'll be asking those who haven't given this album a spin.
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