This isn't our first time around the block with
Rude Buddha, a co-ed Virginia combo who gave us a 1985 ep,
Blister My Paint, I featured circa 2018. In fact,
Goes to Church preceded
Blister by a year, and wouldn't you know, it's considerably more distinct. By comparison
...Church is a percussion dominated beast, specifically with RB's strenuous employment of conga and bongo drums. Though they're have been several "avantgarde" accusations leveled at this crew, the overarching approach is too steeped in rock/pop fundamentals to consign this one to the "experimental" camp. Akin to an easier-on-the-ears Public Image Ltd., Rude Buddha is striving for a new spin on post-punk, and with a palette as indigenous and textured as the one that colors just about every nanosecond of
...Church they succeed mightily. The arrangements are busting at the seams, yet stop short of encroaching into anything overcrowded or cumbersome. That said, the band's unorthodox proposition borders on oblique, and in my book outright fascinating.
01. Boxes and Bells
02. America
03. Happen to You
04. Gloomy Demon
05. No Color
06. 4D Man
07. To Africa
08. Got to Stop
09. Cabbage Salad
10. Though I Walk
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