Guttersnipe

My Mother The Vent

They say the PR era, circa late 80’s killed the golden age of music journalism: They say Guttersnipe have continuously melted all the forms that they come up against. They are right. Because Guttersnipe is not part of a tradition we know well. You will identify the departure from it though, immediately, upon hearing My Mother The Vent. This LP, the promotional version of which, likely sits in your hands (disk, whatever). The innovation here is a FIRM commitment to the flowmotive polyrhythm underwriting the seared, nay fried, tonal rainbow and de-reasoned vox.