Couple of weeks ago, I marveled at the eccentricity of this final installment in the Jookabox saga. Today a more formal (not that formal, but more so) review is up at Blurt.
Eyes of the Fly
The eyes of the fly are made of multiple subcompartments, each sensitive to a different spectrum of light. The information received through these multiplicitous organs is undoubtedly complex, intricate and utterly different from our own bi-optical view of the world...and so, too, is Jookabox's fourth and final album Eyes of the Fly.
Jookabox is the nom de mic for David "Moose" Adamson, a Hoosier by birth and current living arrangement, which only goes to show that the strangest stuff can come from the most tightly buttoned-down environments. Indiana was still stuck in an endless loop of Whitesnake and Styx on my last visit home, so it's hard to say how Adamson came up with his weird hybrid of outsider folk, rough-neck blues, performance art and hip hop. Still, let's give him a big hand for a fascinating, highly caffeinated and individualist art form - in line with bands like Man Man for instantly accessible, body-moving oddity.