
The Dick Burrills Waterfall the Fountain cassette
A two-piece recording project that I have to admit is wildly over my head. I recognize that I may be a bit of a simpleton and that the concepts found in a lot of “art” elude me. Well, if those are known truths, then the DICK BURRILLS have got to be the deepest and most profound release I have ever been sent to review. Nowhere on the sleeve or on the internet is there a single track name. There are an unknown number of tracks, broken apart by spoken word slam poetry. Clearly an attempt to make a comprehensive project dipping toes into many different aspects of punk—dare I say, attempt failed. I am just left feeling underwhelmed, very confused, and a little bit dumber than I started. I say art-punk, with a heavy emphasis on art and a minor in punk. The band (I’m sorry, the recording project) and the label self-describe this thing as “refracted-nostalgia.” Attempting to understand that fabricated term alone was enough to blow the fragile fuse in my brain.