Every now and again a record comes along that changes your haircut for roughly two minutes, and for me, that record is no doubt Stereolab’s rather tasty “Emperor Tomato Ketchup,” I believe that this album title is based upon an experimental film, is it not? And if it is experimental it basically means that it is no good. Regardless, if this is in fact the case it certainly inspired Stereolab to kindly create one of their better recorded works. Who can possibly deny the fast-paced action of jams like “Percolator”? Maybe Condi Rice, but very few others, I can assure you.

Times have changed and so have I, but radical records stay like totally the same into eternity and possibly beyond if that is in fact mathematically or scientifically possible, although the two are quite obviously inter-linked like a bunch of cats from Japan that clearly made it much too far. Far be it from me to deny and displace the tasty powerful political resistance of a mighty yummy organ blast. What about “Metronomic Underground”, a song that is an utter blast to shake ones saggy bosoms unto that which is quite obviously the evening moonlight in essence, and I am talking hardcore relevance in 1996, no joke. And I must mention I believe the title of the opening number to good old Tomato Catsup to be based upon a French cartoon of some sort, no?

These are no robots in the Stereolab outfit, but highly evolved cyborgs with hearts of shiny and sharp glass shards. And that is what I would successfully refer to as a musical love like no other, and far superior to such contemporary rubbish of the time period like Sonic Youth’s “Bull in the Heather”. I just could care less about Alternative Rock haircuts, but you will get yourself a nice little style going in the Stereolab realm, as it is continually a situation in which Parker Lewis can never ever lose.

I’ll tell you, nothing beats those tasty Stereolab sing-song vocals of yore. They were indeed the days, in which we still received in little ways, the things of kindness, an unsporting brow, to forget and allow (Jim Morrison “Poetry”). Take it for what it is, quality baby making music that is somehow also ideal for a priest. The track list is stupendous, I kid you not. Not Retro but “Futro” or some junk…