Lafcadio

Wonky jazz fusion and eclectic indie acid rock meet art house screamo in Lafcadio’s bizarre brand of guitar driven experimentation. The opening, heavyset riffing conjures the ghost of 400 years’ signature chug while their softer moments are more akin to the likes of Don Cabellero, without the calculator. Though the project’s scope is admirable, the focus on avant-garde jazz punk fails to capture any significant amount of ingenuity. Their outlandish, single note driven quirks refused to be constrained by traditional song structure but their constant metamorphoses seem meaningless in the bigger picture. In the vocal department, recurring off-key singing moments become painful while harsh rhythmic rap-like vocals borrow heavily from Mike Patton’s The Real Thing era; the aim and atmosphere of the record also lends itself to citing his influence. While Lafcadio have definitely got "something” about them, as a result of these shortcomings, listening becomes trying.