Mad Nanna
In Glasgow/At Volcanic Tongue
Golden Lab Records ROWF-39

Long-anticipated document of what was hands-down the greatest live event we ever hosted at our old physical space, Mad Nanna’s gravity defying celebration of profoundly affecting, nod-out gorgeous, teetering on total collapse, wiped-out post Velvets joy shapes: this (almost literally) staggering LP comes in an edition of 250 copies and sold out immediately, with VT bagging the last remaining copies anywhere. The recording was captured on a classic 1980s boombox and the feel is just spectacularly warm and dosed. In Glasgow catches the drumless/twin guitar line-up of Michael Zulicki and Pat O’Brien at an incredible apex, beatifically tripping on massively extended versions of already-classic material. Zulicki delivers his vocals with alla the wasted elan of a Michael Morley/Dead C, wrapping his lips all the way around the songs and singing and sighing rapturously to himself while he plays the most incredible one chord songs that seem like the ultimate DIY/post-Velvets realisation of avant-garage perfection. O’Brien’s guitar playing is just as incredible, with incredibly zonked single note solos that cohere from almost stupefyingly out navigations of post-Jandek time/space. It’s hard to convey just how magical this set is, a true alchemical working with the simplest of ingredients somehow extrapolated to the point of instant satori. Constantly teetering on total fall-apart collapse, the songs tipple on the very lip of the void, while hanging together like the greatest slow motion pop hook of your life. If you weren’t there – and take it from me, on the night there was barely a dry eye in the house – then this is the next best thing to the greatest concert of your lifetime, an incredible, celebratory, life-affirming stumble through the kind of wild, left-field blurt previously the domain of Jandek, The Dead C, The Shadow Ring, Department Store Santas et al. Features the ultimate readings of “Little Flowers”, “Deck Song”, “My Two Kids”, “I’m Not Coming” and “The Nectarine Tree”. Album of the goddamn year, obviously, and one of VT’s proudest moments preserved forever on 140g wax. Highest possible recommendation? Damn straight. This is the true sound of confusion.