Tempo Spin

It’s Thursday Night and that means my ass in the saddle for 90 minutes of fairly intense tempo spinning while HRH is at her Leader’s Corp.  And seeing as how my running injury is not getting any better, I had best make use of this time on my swim/bike training instead.  In other words:  no excuses.

This evening’s motivational soundtrack then is the ‘Frizzle Fry‘  album by Primus.


Primus’ first studio album wouldn’t necessarily be a surprise to anyone familiar with their ‘Suck on This‘  days, not least because a good chunk of that album ended up being represented here.  Not that this was surprising, mind you, but what was pleasant was how well and easily the at-once frenetic and extremely precise way the trio had around its spastic rhythms, translated into a great effort away from the stage.

Certainly the fact that Les Claypool had once tried out for Metallica was clear enough with the doomy metal opening of ‘To Defy the Laws of Tradition‘, but once Claypool started singing about brides choosing colors other than white for marriages, the band’s own world came to the fore. It’s pretty easy to see in retrospect how much of a melange went into the group’s work.  Nods but thankfully few outright steals to everything from Frank Zappa‘s arch humor and Funkadelic‘s sprawl to the Police‘s early, spare effectiveness crop up and, indeed, so does plenty of Metallica (the title track’s extreme climax in particular).  But whether it’s due to Claypool’s reedy, whacked-out voice or the fact that just about every song seems like it could be a soundtrack to a moshpit gone wild, something about ‘Frizzle Fry‘  is ultimately and perfectly of its time and place.

The tightly wired and wound lope of ‘John the Fisherman‘  probably remains the most concentrated blast of them all, but nods should also go to the grinding march/stomp ‘Too Many Puppies‘, with its wry and worried vision of an overcrowded future, and the equally slow death crunch of ‘The Toys Go Winding Down‘.  Then there’s the already established live fave ‘Pudding Time‘ (I will say, this isn’t the most inspirational song to listen to while spinning as, well, who wouldn’t want to quit and go for pudding?), which is one of the goofiest anti-celebrations of consumer culture around; and all the better for it.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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