The Horse From Hell, the seventh album from these self-proclaimed purveyors of "burlesque progressive rock," opens with the line "Yo, bitch" — hip-hop style — and only gets more bizarre. The multi-gender Procosmian Fannyfiddlers from Norway assume such false names as "Pornographic Johnson" (lead vocals), "Fist" (guitars, drums, vocals), "Eric The Awful" (bass, vocals) and "Black-Metal Ekker" (violin, vocals), and they mix Nordic folk influences with sleaze, smut and gore. Despite the male-female lead vocals — mostly female, actually — Procosmian Fannyfiddlers bear absolutely nothing in common with bands that share similar singing duties. Hebbe Santos' slightly off-key, barely operatic voice and Pornographic Johnson's average garage-band vocals never really mesh, and they sing nonsense about pigs drugged with LSD and corpses that smell of honey after eight days. It all seems like one big inside joke that nobody else is in on. No web site? No sense of musical or lyrical direction? No apparent purpose? No thanks.
Track Listing:
1) Boiling Away
2) The Ballad Of Shoity Shoite Shoitens
3) Avenging Average Mailman
4) The Wake of a Cake
5) Roar of the Tenants
6) In the John
7) Giant Pike, Leather and Hell
8) Confessions On A Railroad Station Floor
9) Devil-Stained Blues
10) One of Our Spies Is Missing
11) The Horse From Hell
12) Reign of Fur-Epilogue
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