If the first couple of minutes sound like fairly average laid-back turn of the millennium hip-hop, then what follows comes as a surprise. Jazz. Jazz. Jazz… a full-on freq out, a rampant sax braying like a bucking bronco. It’s a giddy frenzy alright. ‘Mole’ takes a smoother angle at the start, but soon erupts into swingin’ big band brass action. ‘Wells, the original’ builds on a space-age desert krautrock framework to add hard jazz and gritty hip-hop to bewildering effect. That’s a positive, for the record. And as records go, ‘A Mother’s Work is Never Done’ is pretty far out – not in the trippy, experimental sense, or the weird electronica sci-fi sense, or even the psychotic noise sense, but in a field entirely of its own.
An acquired blend of tastes, for sure, but it’s as far from generic as it’s possible to get.
The Young Mothers Online
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