Praise for

Praise for "Unleash..."

"get out a marker pen and draw on your face.

that's unleash the mechanical vampire penguins, "it has something to do with orgasms" or so we're told.

from it's blistering opening, Unleash goes on a search and destroy mission, systematically defacing every single genre it passes through, and then throwing the remains to us; the listening public.

some would call it a feast of chunder, a stinking regurgitated mix of everything in the collective stomach of the peach stones, vomited out making that splashing sound on the pavement we're all so familiar with, for us to listen to.

while the rest feed off the rotting carcass of dated indie-pop, the peach stones are leading a revolution in changing the way in which we think about music. no longer will we be subjected to the drones of sweaty guitar rock, gone are the days of experimental beeping william orbit dance music. we have entered a new a paradigm. and the peach stones are poking us in the back with a large stick as we enter into it.

since it's release in september, rain has fallen in the driest of deserts, new reserves of oil have been discovered to last the world another 2 millenia, men have walked on mars, pollution hass been irradicated, the sun has shone in hell and rubix cubes AROUND THE GLOBE have been solved.

so apart from a world-problem solving device, what else is unleash good for? apart from being the first band to ever play all the intruments with their feet for an entire album, it's finished before you have time to get bored of it. so whether it's music you're looking for, or just to get laid. this one's for you.

truly a work of art, music from the soul. the mainstream british music scene has seen nothing like this. destined to become a classic, the most exciting thing since sliced bread, and the most important boundaries broken since mrs einstein said to mr einstein "i'm feeling frisky tonite Gunter". nothing will ever be the same again."

Graustil Gerbilfarce, Smash Hits, Feb 2001.

"total arse-piffle, complete bollocks..."

NME, Sept 2000.

"who let the dogs out? ruff, ruff-ruff, ruff"

Some crazy black dude

Dealing with my success at an early age was an educational experience for both myself and hopefully for the world. I believe I discovered my unique talent, one dreary Sunday afternoon, while clawing my way through another bout of teenage induced tedium vitae, at the tender age of fourteen. While plunging into trance-like introspective depression, a fruitless journey of self discovery bound to lead to nowhere with little answered and less gained I found what was to change my life in ways I could not possibly imagine. Yet, despite the earth shattering consequences of this detection of talents that even I was not aware of, it is only memorable because at the time it was completely forgettable. Why should a hopeless, self-obsessed, teenage-angst ridden young man think that he was special, why would he believe that he possessed a talent not seen since pre-biblical times, and so for the time being I ignored it.

It was five months later during an accident involving a rubber band, two professional salsa dancers and a business lunch, which lead to my subsequent full frontal lobotomy, which I may add, despite press attention was no way detrimental to my mental aptitude, that my earlier apathetic nature was exploded when the same personal revelation was made clear to by my very dear personal trainer and at the time my lover. Of course as we know the rest is history, very recent history yes, but history nonetheless. My career continues to flourish, and I have never looked back. Yes, I would say the most memorable experience was when I, Sir Richard “The Boy Wonder” Browning III MSc Meg SIL E SOD PRIC found the cure for the human condition.

One of the Browning Multitude, 19th June 2000.

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