Storm & Stress
Storm & Stress
(Touch and Go)
Yikes... this is definitely not for everyone. Listening to Storm & Stress can be likened to an urban myth I once heard: a man wakes up in a tub of ice, groggy from a chloroform-induced nap. Dazed and confused, yet sensing that something is terribly wrong, he dials 911. After describing his situation to the cops, he’s soon informed that his kidneys have been stolen. TRANSLATION: Storm & Stress=confusion. After a few listens though, what initially sounds like a bunch of arbitrary and sporadic jazz noises starts to take on a certain form and shape, even if you may have difficulty identifying said form and shape. If that’s the case, I suggest you do the following: a) Drive your car off an icy embankment and total it (make sure you have Tad’s God’s Balls playing), b) Pull yourself from the flaming wreckage, and c) Suffer a minor head injury. Hey, it worked for me. (Okay, so maybe it wasn’t flaming wreckage, but it was wreckage nonetheless).
Mike Cade
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