Mr. Oizo
Lambs Anger

When 'Flat Beat' came out all those years ago, it really was quite unlike anything else I had heard before. I loved it. A lot. Then I promptly forgot about it, just like all those other songs that Levi’s used on their adverts. Then a few years ago, I got reacquainted with that most monstrous of bass lines when a friend picked up the 12” for 50p in Dalston Oxfam. And it is partly for those reasons that I wanted to review this album. I badly wanted like this album, I am not a fan of Ed Banger particularly; I stopped being impressed by soulless electronic noise a long time ago, but I still listen to 'Analog Worms Attack' with some frequency (my internal jury is hung on 'Moustache / Half a Scissor') and was looking forward to Mr. Oizo challenging my opinion of Ed Banger and forcing to me to eat my trousers as penance or something. However, what it feels like has happened is that Oizo has got inside my head, figured out how to annoy me most effectively, and then made an album just to torment me. The only redeeming elements are the interludes and 'Gay Dentists', which is so good that by default, the rest of it makes me want to attack people with moustaches and baseball caps.