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Wayne Butane Eat Shit and Bark at the Moon Flaming Canine Records, Tapes, and Lawn Care Baptist brimstone set to a disco beat. Bowling tips. High speed porn. Art Linkletter. Jack Wagner. Cartoon Planet's Brak. What do they all have in common? Nothing, until Wayne Butane came along. It's hard to describe what Wayne Butane is. It's easier to describe what he does. He is a master of the tape loop and four track. Eat Shit and Bark at the Moon is a random collection of nonsense that happens to be, for no reason I can really relate, incredibly entertaining. Imagine if the White Album had been Revolution No. 9 ÷ all of it. That's what Wayne Butane does, stringing together sample from TV, movies, radio, phone conversations, and just about anything he can tape, loop, and link together. There are no songs on this album; just two sides of tape, each their own descent into madness. It's like he was locked in a basement with live feeds from every broadcasting source in the known universe after watching Frank Zappa's Baby Snakes for a week straight. If you can imagine that, you can imagine Wayne Butane. -Nick |
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