The line-up...
In high school, the members of US Maple never said a word to anyone. And
although this had disastrous results (shoes stolen and constant
de-pantsing, taunting, gum in the hair, etc...), a fire was burning
inside each one of them. A fire so dense, so specific, that all
concerned salivated twice as much and swallowed twice as hard. This begs
a question: Were they able to store enough saliva to douse these
flames?!? ... Nope ... Oh, the Horror!
US Maple fit somewhere between Beefheart and Devo. The guitar noodlings
are reminiscent of early Pere Ubu. The
mumblings are slick, the melodies are
souped-up and soured. The drums are spastic bursts of laughter, rocket
fuel and confetti. All this fronted by a singer who reminds one or the
other of Kevin Costner's stoner brother, but reminds most of a crazed
lounge singer, fresh out of an intense session of electro-shock therapy,
bellowing, whooping, and hissing while still retaining a slick 'n' suave
charisma. Bar chords and microphones, run for your lives!!!
The packaging on this release is the collectors tuna net. The vinyl is
limited to 1000 worldwide and features amazing packaging: a die-cut
cardboard sleeve, a poster, booklet, handcut aluminium jacket and a
plastic sleeve with accompanying sticker. The CD is also cool looking,
with it's utilisation of metallic PMS inks.