Bent Leg Fatima
Bent Leg Fatima
[File 13]
Rating: 5.9
Songwriting 101 will tell you that the first few seconds of a song are crucially important.
That's the time when songwriters, master craftsmen that they are, set the tone and the mood
for the entire song. These are the few critical moments when a songwriter has to draw an
apathetic and uncaring audience into their work, so he'd damn well better use them wisely.
It says a lot when a band consciously chooses to waste these magic moments by opening their
songs with such inspired sonic wonders as the sound of sloshing water, pots and pans clanging
together, and not one, but two tracks, that begin with people slapping their own knees
(apparently a subtle ode to "the hambone"), all for the sake of being "different." Bent Leg
Fatima are such a band, and on their self-titled album, we have a ham-fisted attempt to blend
blues grooves, jazz style, country jangle and rock n' roll with abstract, Captain Beefheart-
inspired pseudo-art theatrics.
Complete with deliberately pointless lyrics, a bunch of unsettling photos on the inside of
the CD sleeve and a track listing written in squiggly, frilly, 1850's-style script, the band
is aiming at "avant-garde" with a sniper scope and high-powered rifle, even before they play
a single note. 10 songs and 60 minutes' worth of pure pretension follows, resulting in an
album that's about as profound as a Magic 8 Ball that's stuck on the "Cannot Say Now, Ask
Again Later" tile. But it doesn't have to be this way.
Bent Leg Fatima play ruined jazz-rock. Highly rhythmic but not overly syncopated, the band's
songs are rambling, sometimes aimless things that flow at their own pace-- they're going to get
to the point when they damn well feel like it. These tracks are mellow, relaxed, melodic walks
through a country park, headed nowhere in particular, just enjoying the scenery. Picture the
Doors after a four-day whiskey-bender, getting their hands on a shitload of effects pedals, a
drum machine and a Halloween sound effects tape. Now, we all know that even when the Doors
were fucked up, they were still in pretty good shape-- the problem lies with all of the other
shit.
Bent Leg Fatima sound like they just couldn't leave the studio toys alone when making this
album-- the bells and whistles that can work well when used sparingly like massive vocal
reverb, tape loops and electronic moog noises-- and it chokes the life out of some of the
record's better songs. Most of the bonus wankery serves no purpose on the album, and 99%
of it could be stripped away to make one lean, smart, ass-kicking album. Sadly, that's not
the case here.
But despite the fact that the album is more pretentious than an undergraduate theater major,
there's some real promise here, and I'm not willing to completely dismiss Bent Leg Fatima
as a lost cause-- the band displays some moments of true technical proficiency at times. The
album's opening track, the smooth instrumental "Greetings and Farewells," and the second to
last song, "Crow, Cat and Snake," are actually pretty excellent songs. Even the pointless
lyrics on "Crow, Cat and Snake" are creatively pointless, and its country, jazz, blues and
rock influences are heartfelt and energetic. All this, and the decorative elements-- the sound
effects, tape loops and studio tricks-- are kept to a dull roar.
In case 10 tracks worth of puzzling, sometimes alienating music hasn't been enough to convince
you that these guys are genuine auteurs, the boys in Bent Leg Fatima finally rely on that
staple of the serious musician-- the hidden track-- to nail the point home. Buried almost 15
minutes after the last note of the closing song, the hidden track is a privileged glimpse of
the ol' Bent Leggers at work in the studio. My question is, if the album itself is this
frustrating, who's going to bother holding down the fast-forward button at the album's end?
The world may never know.
-Steven Byrd