The first real hot day of this year melted my brain and made me wander around aimlessly in a daze. The streets were full of zombies like myself, staggering around sun-drunk and with poor judgment. After a dude narrowly missed hitting me at an intersection, a looker-on commented that “it was too bad you didn’t have a gun so you could’a shot ‘im!” Put these people in a room with some cold brews and Maniac Meat and you’ve got a heat-stroke hallucination puke party a.k.a. the best party of the year.

Like his work in Black Moth Super Rainbow, Tobacco is heavy on vocoder and analog synth, but the difference between overall sound is yin and yang. Tobacco’s is dark, dank, heavy and pounding where BMSR creeping psych pop.  Maniac Meat is like drinking radioactive slushies on a hot day in 2012 and slowly mutating while watching b-movies VHS. Actually, in an interview with Kotori Magazine in 2008, Tom Fec described the influence of old vhs as such: “they make me feel awful, but really good and curious at the same time. With this Tobacco stuff, I’m trying to translate that feeling.” Two years later, that feeling has only gotten grimier and farther tripped out. The dizzying bass and crashing percussion introduced on Tobacco’s first album Fucked Up Friends seems almost wimpy in comparison to his new effort. 80′s space documentary synth drips and melts over hip hop breaks. Two songs feature Beck’s surrealistic scientologist drawl (Fresh Hex and Grape Aerosmith) meandering in and out like a transmission from the 90′s. “Lick the Witch” is a futuristic haunted house hypnotizer. “Heavy Make-up” is a sluggish and pervy fist pump anthem that stumbles like a prom queen.  “Sweatmother” is like taking basement chemist diet-pills, and has a chopped Jane Fonda workout music viddy (youtube it). Get into it this oil spill summer.