When was the last time you actually saw a cowbell around the neck of Daisy the Fresian? And not being smacked by some pasty, uber-skinny punk-funk boy in skinny drainpipes and a brightly coloured t-shirt? Hmmm? Well?
Exactly. Your silence says more than words ever could. Surely, in much the same way that the gentle meander of the river erodes the landscape over which it passes to fit its movements, words should be malleable enough to beaten into shape through the usage they receive. So henceforth, we shall no longer refer to the cowbell. It shall be known as the Rapturebell.
Tape 'n Tapes' ode to the Rapturebell is as you might expect. Jerky, folky, and rather strange. A modern, distant throwback to the acoustic strum and weird-ass lyrics of Surfer Rosa era Pixies. Yeah, it's not quite the "here-take-my-firstborn- just-let-me-listen-again" insanity" of Insistor, but what is.