No two ways about it, this album is completely nuts. Pseudo Nippon, the creation of prank / performance artist and purveyor of willfully obtuse mumbo jumbo Peter Caul treads the fine line between genius and madness with reckless abandon, and explains the concept of 'Universal Porch Tai Chi' as 'inner space philosophy that lead to Fish Gods.' He goes on to remark that 'This album sound utter joy because one way of universal pork tai chi moment is when have utter joy you no longer try... never eat the same beef twice as all beef flux as all pork flux and all holy yam flux'.
'Universal Porch Tai Chi' contains a wild and eclectic stir-fry of myriad styles and sources, with Casiotone and toy keyboards and glockenspiels noodling crazily over insanely fast lo-budget drum machines, interspersed with bursts of noise, loops and pitch-shifted vocals... and that's just the first track. Japanese pop and psychedelia-infused grunge collide in a kaleidoscopic neon flash of sonic hybridity reminiscent of the first two Foetus albums, only more hyped up and tripped out. Ultimately, though, comparisons are futile: there’s just too much going on here, and nothing is off limits in this utterly bonkers concoction of an album.
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It's clear that Pseudo Nippon's music isn't intended to be taken entirely seriously: the lyrics are often absurd, as are the song titles (try 'Hotdog is No Name for a Song'; 'Jebubu and the Whale', 'Kanye East The Edo Man' for a start) all in keeping with the weirdly whacky delivery, the homespun pseudomysticism and out-there presentation (the cover features Pseud with a fried egg on his forehead), but that doesn't mean that there hasn't been any serious thought gone into its production.
It's clearly the product of a deranged mind, but while 'Universal Porch Tai Chi' is frequently bewildering and baffling beyond comprehension, there's never a dull moment. Free your mind.. then laugh yourself silly while Pseudo Nippon blows it to multicolouted smithereens.
Pseudo Nippon Online
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