El Stew
El Stew
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Rating: 6.5
Supergroup alert! For those of you who feel violated by the mere idea of Ringo Starr leading
an all- star jam session with John Popper, Mani, Steve Vai, and Billy Powell, you may turn away
now. Those of you with hardier constitutions, please consider El Stew the acceptable face of
showbiz self- indulgence.
El Stew's lineup boasts super- dooper turntablist and member of the hugely gonged Invisibl
Skratch Piklz, DJ Disk (well, he altered his moniker to PhonopsychographDISK, but whatever),
Eddie Def of the Space Travelers, producer, Extrakd, Primus's reigning tub- thumper Brain,
and last, but by no means least, idiosyncratic guitar- terrorist and KFC container- as-
millinery apostle, Buckethead. This record was born out of an ex-tempore get together, which,
though far from being a sludge of moist caca in heavy precipitation, turns out not to be quite
the hearty hunk of cosmic slop that it should have been.
The preoccupation of this group is mad scientists concocting mind- warp brews or loopy
inventions that turn out to destroy most of mankind. In short, you're trapped in a fifties'
sci-fi b-movie with an underground hip-hop soundtrack. I can hear most of you yawning, and to
be honest, my attention has wandered while listening to this disc. It's the most obvious
scenario for a bunch of professional musicians to latch onto in order to prove to the world
that they're a zany bunch and really, honestly, couldn't sight a music score scratched down by
John Zorn on a table napkin down at Tonic.
It's not like there aren't moments that jump out, though-- Buckethead makes his presence felt
on "T.H.T.S.L.E.E.," a track driven by his paint- stripping guitar lines, or the "Day the Earth
Stood Still" menace of "Brah." But too often the session buddies settle for retarded samples
of, for example, ducks quacking, snippets from children's story tapes, and b-movie dialog
for cheap effect.
El Stew grooves away to its heart's content and rarely to our amazement, which is what we
should expect from such luminaries. But such is the disappointment of supergroupism, young
Grasshopper. I guess that Disk et al. want their audience to be blinded by their stellar
reputations rather than ponder what splendiferous, mad hip-hop this could have been. El Stew-–
did you really intend on creating the folly of follies, the "Plan 9 from Outer Space" of
turntablism?
-Paul Cooper