The Black Eg
's two brothers, Otto and Emil, arrived in Vienna, having taken advantage of the new freedoms introduced by the enlightened government of Vaclav Havel, and Karel obtained in a second hand store and ancient sequential circuits drum machine and a primitive sampler. The Black Eg was born.
The ludicrous sleevenotes suggest that this record is the work
of a globetrotting Czech expatriot, but in fact the pseudonym
hides the far more mundane Jazz Butcher, more 'famous' in the
past for ramshackle indiepop jangles like '
Southern Mark Smith
than sample-heavy hardbeat. The man's intentions in recording -
and releasing - this record are far from clear. The music is
entirely competent, and uses some interesting samples, but it
is almost totally lacking in any kind of spark (even humour)
that would set it apart from the dozens of equally uninspiring
bands who do this kind of thing for real. The recording quality
is very poor, suggesting a four-track demo rather than a fully
realised work. Ultimately, it is all just very dull.