In case you are wondering…The jewel case and insert are green. This recording has something going for it. It keeps an ever evolving dynamic, that allows the songs to stay fresh throughout the entire experiment. At times it gets base and minimalist with just a clanking beat surrounded by some rattles and other junkyard noises, and then it will explode with juicy ruckus and sounds that flesh it out quite well. Good job blending the more eccentric stimulants with the more primal and childish elements of percussion.

By a strange coincidence I happen to be in a band called Darth Brooks which is a nice bit of synchronicity leading into this interesting recording by U.S. based darph/nadeR. As per usual, my expectations were as off the mark as a U.S. Patriot missile - I was expecting some gabber / speedcore variation and not the acoustic junk'n'stuff noise found on this disc. Nope, "the green album" finds darph/nadeR firmly set it in Bananafish friendly (i.e. crazy person making weird noise) type concrete with nary a traditional song structure in site and only the odd drum roll or bass thwap to suggest that the music isn't being created by hyper intelligent rodents using office supplies.
The disc is a long one, 70 plus minutes rolling by before it spins down. The track index claims that there are 9 songs here but I would hazard that this should be considered as one homegenous weirdo run noise carnival, happy and healthy for sure but more crazy person support group than a tidy selection of succinct little ditties. The instrumentation is almost exclusively organic in nature and overall there is almost no sense of post twiddling though I am sure some occurred when no one was looking. It just has the sound of events unfolding in real time: the inspiration to haul off and wack the garland of cheeze graters with a rake imediately leading to some inventive bottle blowing and janitor key ring improvisation while Jared ruts through the toy box. Basically, shit going down with whatever is at hand and the neighbours be damned.

The net result of all this garage sale booty being hit and bowed is an interesting hybrid of Hermit in an acoustic mood and perhaps the Sun City Girls after losing all their regular instruments in a tragic taxi accident and having to make do with what they can grab at 7-11. It's pretty delicate for the most part, as if the participants are tip toeing around lest they wake the slumbering thrift store security guard but there are odd moments where the dander gets up (the radio skree of "scene two - the shipwreck" or the frantic keep-drumming-or-they-will-kill-us-all freakout at the beginning of "first attack (not second)" for example). There is also some hillarious vocal work appearing later in the recording in the form of a gleefully greasy forced coughing fit which if it doesn't bring a grin to your face, will at least make you glad that it wasn't yourself tearing your vocal chords to confetti.

Sound quality on this Samsa Records disc is amazingly solid for such a DIY affair offering an extremely live feel without sounding too wooly, crappy or boxy. It has just the right sense of space that one could throw this on and easily pretend that the Jehovah Witnesses you had let in the door on a lark have suddenly gone totally bonkers, torn off all of their clothes and starting rhythmically futzing about with all your belongings. There is a certain earthy spice to it that I personally find hard to resist - it's like a wet willy from someone you think is cute or the raw joy of making silly noises unseen over a public PA system. It's fun pure and simple and definitely worth a boo for fans of colouring outside the lines.