Sex Mob

Veterans of the weird music scene and headed by old-timer Steven Bernstein, Sex Mob's bizarre jazz ensemble sounds are like taking a Victrola's playback and speeding it up and down. And judging by the loose compositions involved that are smattered throughout this still cohesive listen of a disc, one is transported to being put in the middle of a psychedelic funeral march in New Orleans, with a touch of acid blob-paced polka sounds. Though many of the compositions are short in length, they all seem to be pre-cooked and ready to serve for short film soundtracks where themes of disparity dominate, but given the spirit of the playing here, it proves that humour and positivity prevail in the end.