Warlords Of Pez

Just how do you approach the task of reviewing a Warlords Of Pez record? If any band was designed to make the work of the music journalist redundant then this is it. Warlords Of Pez (and you would have thought that they might have come up with a title) is music insofar as it contains a selection of notes played on some sort of instruments, but there the similarity to anything vaguely recognisable ends.
This is the seedy underbelly of the Dublin music scene, so twisted and perverted that it makes the rest of the leather-clad bad boys sound like The Carpenters. What you get for your money is a short sharp blast through the Pez mindset, taking in sex, food, sex with food, snowmen made of shit, horses and the total annihilation of the planet because people drink too much.
Easy listening it isn’t, which of course is the idea. Ironically, the best track is the one that is the most musical, the fine R&B pastiche of ‘Old Women With Broadband’.
Yet the album isn’t really supposed to be taken as a stand-alone entity, more as the sonic wing of their cultural terrorist agenda. All of which takes us back to our original point. If the thought of a song called ‘What’s Love Got To Do With Swallowing Horse Vomit?’ fills you with joy, then nothing I can say will change your mind and nor should it. This is, after all, the Warlords’ world – we are only visitors.