Although some may dismiss
Jim Thirwell, aka
Foetus, as a confrontational, rabble-rousing noisemaker (which he is), his eccentric and wide-ranging talent is usually overlooked; the trouble is, most listeners simply don't have the patience to find
Thirwell's genius amongst the deranged sound sculptures that are his songs.
Ache,
Thirwell's second album (recorded under the
You've Got Foetus on Your Breath pseudonym), sounds like it was recorded in the same time and place of its predecessor,
Deaf, and bears exactly the same top-heavy, abrasive production stamp of that album. Seemingly a musical omnivore,
Thirwell devours everything -- from swing to Krautrock -- and spits it back out in a scrap heap of sonic chaos, twisted beyond recognition. His oblique yet subversive lyrical themes don't make Ache any more palatable for the faint of heart. This is the sound of unfiltered imagination, absolutely unencumbered by notions of commerce or accessibility. Brilliant.