If a band name themselves after a female philosopher who wrote about enlightenment through enduring pain, you'd expect edge, moroseness and obscure literary influences, wouldn't you? I did, and that made Lunatic Perfume a surprise, because, musically, it's as dumb as a post.
But that isn't, in itself, a bad thing. Big, dumb rock is often quite good fun, and Lunatic Perfume is quite no exception, even if it is just in a spot-the-influence, form-the-metaphor kind of way. Howsabout a less cerebral Zwan asking Slash to help him form a Rolling Stones tribute band decked out in eyeliner? No? Feel free to come up with your own then.
B-side Ten Days touches most of the same bases but a little more po-facedly, making it a bit less enjoyable. The problem with both tracks is the sheer inconsequentiality of it all: during the three-or-so minute duration you may grin inanely and nod agreeably, but neither offer any sort of long lasting imprint on the psyche of the listener. Analogous to the failure of most individuals to make any sort of indelible mark on the world they inhabit. Ah, so maybe that's where the philosophy comes in to it.
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